My husband has decided he is going to critique everything I put in my mouth. I wouldn’t mind so much except for the fact that he is not that active in the pregnancy. Meaning he dislikes going to the Dr. appointments, he won’t read one single piece of literature I bring home about the pregnancy, baby, being a father, etc. Not cool. I gave him a perfectly acceptable compromise, let’s eat the same thing together if you are so concerned, otherwise, get off my back. He said no, and why did he say no. Because that means he has to give up tobacco (yeah he chews, gross habit I’m hoping he’ll ditch some day soon), no beer, no sushi, no lunch meat, and the list goes on. So let’s see if he changes his tune. Hey the way I see it, if the baby wants mac and cheese or a cinnamon roll, the baby is going to get it. I read an old wives tale that said if you don’t give baby what it wants, baby won’t stay. Plus, I like the way baby moves all around when I eat a life saver or a popsicle. Silly boy.