“Feed a cold, starve a fever”?

Today I took a break from the computer, and in addition to feeding my cold tonight at Makino Chaya for mom-in-law’s birthday, I spent the better part of the day resting.

Oh, my goodness, the grilled-to-order Wagyu beef with scallops and mushrooms were delicious. I wanted a second serving, but this strange feeling in my stomach that I’ve been having for the past few days prevented me from doing so. Instead, I opted for a few pieces of jell-o. I managed to steer clear of the chocolate fountain and the brownies, much to the dismay of my sister-in-law who felt it is simply inhumane to deprive oneself of life’s basic pleasures such as caffeine and chocolate. When I asked for a cup of hot water (no tea bag), she scolded Hubby for putting me on such a restrictive diet. But, truth be told, it’s not Hubby’s doing. I’m just super cautious and want to make sure I’m not doing anything to jeopardize the Snowflake(s). I’m OC like that.

Sis-in-law will be administering the progesterone injections for me while Hubby is on his business trip this week, so she came by the house after dinner to get some training from Hubby who can now be considered an expert in the craft. Convinced that I needed to indulge myself while pregnant, she showed up with some dark chocolate-covered cherries for me. I thought it was so cute of her to be so concerned about me. For that, I allowed myself to enjoy one of them — and told Hubby that he could eat the rest. You know, “feed the cold” and all. Amazingly, I don’t crave chocolate like I used to. Even after getting a sumptuous taste of that chocolate-covered cherry, I still feel that life without chocolate isn’t so bad.