Change in Plans

You may all recall a time, a couple months back, where I boldly stated that I was now okay with the notion of procreation. More specifically I was okay with pregnancy and motherhood. Heck I was even keen. A couple of years from now, getting preggers, surviving labour and having the most stylish baby ever, it was all good. And then today I learned something that has sent the entire plan into chaos.

Apparently you can't eat Sushi while pregnant.

I repeat. You can't eat Sushi when you're pregnant. Fuck that. I live on the stuff. I can give up drinking, since I don't do much of it. I can switch to decaf Chai Lattes (bless Starbucks for making them). I can do that. But give up raw fish? I'm so picky it's a wonder I don't loose weight just by cutting down my options. Honestly, there are like 15 things that I like to eat.

M seems to think that I might develop some kind of natural aversion to all things seafood, kind of like his stepmother did, but I doubt it. It's entirely possible that it could happen, but what if it doesn't. I could handle being Sushi-less in Prague because it was neither affordable or very good. But here in Toronto where there's a sushi sand not 2 minutes walk from my desk, it would just be too cruel. Alas I'm going to have to leave the breeding to the others. Those with a will stronger than mine and a less fussy appetite.

Today's sing-a-long song: "Never Gonna Give You Up" by Barry White.

HRH