Finally, all is right with the world.

My outlandish affair with Chef Boyardee may have come to an end. I sank my teeth into a chewy, undercooked mini ravioli the other day and nearly hurled the dog food-like beef filling back into my bowl.

As a result, me and chocolate are back on. That’s right. We’ve reunited and it’s never tasted so good, especially in the form of cupcakes. And like my fellow pregger blog friend, I’m all about gummy foods too.

Last night I woke up heated and salivating after a dream about gummy bears, gummy worms and Swedish Fish all cohabitating inside one of those Big Top Cupcakes (Have you seen their commercial? It’s an SNL skit waiting to happen). Dadisodes is the only person who can safely dispense Gummy Vites now.

After 4 months, it appears things are finally falling back into place. Now if only someone could nudge Mother Nature back onto the pill or something. I think she’s feeling a little irregular. Because those golf ball size SNOWFLAKES over the weekend were totally not kosher. It’s October! That level of extreme PMS is unacceptable…and I am officially scared.

Oh, and one last thing. This kid inside my belly is screaming for fried rice. Not just any fried rice. We’ve tried three different Chinese take-outs in recent weeks. All disappointing. But last night, I think we found “the one.”

And they deliver.

Hence, no belly shots worth sharing here today. Not after plowing through that box of take-out.

~ Sandy