You’d think, having been a cat owner since I was eight years old, that I’d have been exposed to the toxoplasmosis whatsit at some point. Nope.
No cleaning out the litter box. Cool.
No lifting of heavy objects. As if I wanted to.
No lying on back. Bummer.
No alcohol. What?!
No sushi. Eff!
Must remember: naps, maternity pants, ice cream, no dieting, no cleaning the cat box.
Must also remember: only two months to go.
And then there will be…
No sleep!
Beth Hull 
I lamented the fact I could not eat camembert. The alcohol doesn’t bother me anymore, since I’ve either been pregnant or breastfeeding for the most part of six years (and another 12 months to go).
Oh, Jo! Please don’t say “breastfeeding.” I know it’s a wonderful beautiful thing, but I’m not looking forward to it. Too bad we can’t skip to rice cereal.
Even when “allowed” to drink alcohol, I could go for weeks at a time without it. For some reason, though, I really really really want a cold beer.
Now going to troll FB for pics of your new baby š
Cooked sushi has become my shelter in pregnancy. While I’d love some raw tuna, there’s enough shrimp tempura rolls to keep my happy. Now if I could only have sake with it.
Homes & I did go out for sushi a couple weeks ago, and the cooked stuff was delicious, too. I think it’s sort of a “greener on the other side of the fence” thing, because I wanted everything on Homes’s plate. š How much longer do you have, Shaz, before the baby comes?