V. early days of pregnancy no.2. Last time I stuck rigidly to the guidelines of what foods to avoid, in a bit of a swotty, good-girl kind of way. This time I feel a little more rebellious. Until I did a test I was swigging sweet sherry left over from Christmas and devouring blue cheese.
The French and Italians don't seem to worry too much, are we just a nation of girl swots who like to obey rules?