No joke! Last night my friend, Nicole and I headed down to Soho for dinner at one of our favorite little spots, Bread. We decided to sit at the bar and when we saddled up the extremely flamboyant, model-esque bartender greeted us with a huge smile. When I removed my coat to reveal my bulging belly he got very excited as if I was the first pregnant woman he had ever seen. We had a fabulous dinner and just when we were about to ask for the check, he slid this delish chocolate mousse dessert our way. “For the baby,” he said. “She likes chocolate.” Even if she doesn’t, her mommy does. The perks of being prego.
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