My last bit of Sushi ever....at least until October

Tonight we headed to a great little hibachi, for what I call my farewell dinner. It is my last bit of sushi until I pop out mini-me. I'm a little sad--well I'm very sad. I crave sushi like I crave Dr. Pepper and the thought of having to give it up is well heartbreaking.

{insert tear here}



While I was probably supposed to stop as soon as I found out I was expecting i.e. February, I decided to get one last bite in to satisfy my tastebuds. It's going to be a long 40 weeks.

The good news is, the first day I'm eligible for a parole---I'm getting sushi and a margarita. Those thoughts alone keep me going.