I went for dinner with the girls when I was about 8 months pregnant with Henry and ordered hot chocolate fudge cake with cream and ice cream. The waitress had the cheek to turn round and tell me (all stroppy) that she didn't think I'd be able to eat it as it would be very sickly!
I told her in no uncertain terms that at 8 months pregnant I'd order what I fu**ing liked and eat it if I wanted to! lmao! Don't think she serves angry pregnant women anymore!
My lovely husband has come home form work with a choc fudge cake. How funny is that, i never said anything about one just thought earlier which was nicest to go with it. Bless him