Chapter Twenty-Five
Jen
A free excuse to try a lot of cake is awesome, especially for a pregnant lady. With a pretty small guest list, we ended up choosing a small-diameter three-tier design with a layer of chocolate, a layer of spiced cake that tasted like Christmas, and the top chocolate for us to take home and freeze and eat on our one-year anniversary. I’d always really liked that tradition.
But then, tasting cookies, too? I felt like I needed to eat greens the rest of the day.
Dylan’s sweet tooth was somehow less overloaded even though he ate more than me.
Maybe a symptom of my pregnancy making me more sensitive to my environment.
We grocery shopped for the week after placing the order, including the forgotten milk, and I made a salad for lunch, then dinner with chicken and wilt
