A week had passed. I celebrated my baby's birthday by traveling to the U.S. for three days before heading to Paris, where my brother Robert’s wedding was held. I was amused to see him sweating from nervousness—he really got cold feet instead of his wife, Amy, who I found casually eating something I couldn’t even recognize, likely due to her cravings, while still wearing her wedding gown with full makeup.
I was shocked and thought, Isn’t she afraid of ruining her dress or her makeup?
Just as I was staring, my brother suddenly pulled me away from the waiting hall.
“Did you see that?! Being with a pregnant woman who has unique cravings every minute is enough to rob years off your lifespan,” he said seriously, clearly exasperated by Amy’s endless food requests. “So, you better be prepared w
