I have to remember that just because I'm pregnant, it's not carte blanche to eat whatever I want.

Case in point: My Noodles(tm) did not fill me up. I thought about getting an additional side salad, or a piece of bread to go with my overpriced noodles I could make at home with what's in the fridge, but I opted not to. Instead I decided that I needed something decadent, and ice cream would have to fit the bill if I couldn't have a glass of velvety zinfandel after work. If there was a spot in front of Cold Stone Creamery, it was to be a SIGN that I was to go in and sample their gooey wares.

Not only was there a spot, but there was time on the meter! Sign indeed!

The guy behind the counter walked me through the complicated process of choosing my ice cream and my mix-ins. After much deliberation, I went with my craving of chocolate ice cream with swirls of caramel. I told him I would play it easy and just feed my craving. At which point I almost said, "My craving. Because I'm pregnant. Food cravings. You know, pregnant-lady food cravings." And I didn't. Not so much because that sounds a little creepy and needy, but mostly because I thought my parents should probably know before the guy at Cold Stone Creamery. (They find out Saturday.)

Long and short of it, I regretted buying it almost immediately and decided I'd eat half and throw the rest away at work. Because, like I said earlier, just because I'm pregnant doesn't mean I can eat all the crap I want.

But I ate the whole thing anyway. And I decided that next time I'll get a small dish of chocolate with DOUBLE the caramel swirls.