About to Eat an Entire Brick of Cheddar
I ate a cheeseburger and my baby survived. No fussing, no crazy diapers. Every molecule in my body says to eat all the cheese and ice cream I can find, but common sense is telling me to take it slow. For me, dairy is a lot like making out with a high school boyfriend.
I might throw caution to the wind tomorrow and eat some yogurt. I just hope I don’t lose control or Joey might find me slathered in Stoneyfield Farm’s French Vanilla yogurt and french kissing a bar of cream cheese.
Congratulations to making through it:-)