I spend way too much time on this blog.

Last night I had a very vivid dream about reading this blog.

The letter was from Robert from Oakland who had recently moved to Lausanne and went to a belly dancing meet-up every week at Flon. There was a pregnant woman there, and he thought the baby might be his, but that wasn't why he was writing. He was writing because at the end of the meet-up there was snack time, and she always ate a cookie or a brownie, and he thought she should only have 1 carb serving a day and it should be milk or fruit. He was asking Amy how to broach the subject with her.

Crid answered with a comment about how people shouldn't knock people up out of wedlock.

Whistledick wrote about women tricking men into thinking the baby was theirs.

Patrick wrote about how vegan brownies were better.

Sofar and Momof4 wrote responses seriously discouraging him from getting between a pregnant woman and her food.

NicoleK - that IS funny; and I guess I, too, spend too much time on this blog as I understood everything you wrote.

That is the funniest thing!

(Vegan cheesecake is my favorite thing ever)

Dear Dreamers: While wedlock is a milder preference, a loving mother with a loving father is mandatory.

Otherwise, don't come cryin'.