More Non-Pregnant Behavior

Despite my constant interrogations of unsuspecting and underpaid waitresses over the past few months, most American restaurants do not serve unpasteurized cheese. But I, being a responsible and meticulous pregnant woman, was paranoid about this. I even called the restaurant after my birthday lunch to make sure I didn't need to force myself to vomit up my meal on the way home. For the record, I didn't. lol.

Still, the one thing I knew might actually pose a threat was queso fondue with chorizo from El Tipico. Apparently Mexican cheeses are some of the only cheeses you'll find in America that are not pasteurized. That being said, I have no idea whether or not El Tipico uses pasteurized cheese, but once I peed on that stick in November, I knew it was no more gooey cheese and spicy meat for me. Better safe than sorry. Sad face...well, happy face for baby...but sad face because no more cheesy, Mexican food babies.

Well today I had some grading to do, so I headed over to El Tipico and had my usual. Just another attempt to try to keep my rose-tinted glasses on. It was a very romantic dinner, my grading and me, and I delighted in the taste of greasy goodness on my tongue.  Wash that down with some caffeinated beverage and you have a pregnancy-free banquet. Sure, I'd rather be watching my every bite and scrutinizing the management of my local breakfast joint about the heat at which their eggs are cooked. I'd give it all up (wine, cigarettes, sandwich meat) to have my beautiful baby back, but since that's not an option, I'll try to embrace the situation as it is. 

I guess I'm just having a "get it in while you can" attitude with the hopes that this intermission will be short-lived. Who knows, maybe that attitude will lead me to the tattoo parlor soon? I've been hankering to get "They're coming to get you, Barbara" tattooed next to my apocalypse leg piece. My obgyn loves that one, so maybe more ink will at least give her a giggle. Here's to focusing on the positive...even if it isn't always easy.