On our way to yesterday's cloth diapering class (and after a Home Depot closet organization component shopping excursion), Will and I stopped off at the Brighton Breakfast Club.Usually a corned-beef-hash kind of gal, I instead decided to go the cliche "pregnant lady breakfast" route.
My order? "Our World renowned oven baked French Toast. Made with cinnamon rolls, Texas toast and croissants.Topped with blueberries, raspberries, strawberries and streusel topping."
Though I agree with my midwives that pregnancy is a natural state, this, my friends, is not natural. Some of it did come home with us. In a box. And on my ass.
