Apples and Chocolate Doughnuts

There is an Asian man who owns a wonderful doughnut store on 34th Street that is wondering why business has declined. By now he has probably quit looking for a gold Ford Explorer to arrive at 7:40 a.m. and order 2-3 chocolate glazed doughnuts. It’s also a good thing that there was not an apple epidemic while I was pregnant. Nothing satisfied more than a cold, crisp Granny Smith. Two apples a day keeps everything running OK!
I didn’t have many other cravings. I did suffer from heartburn and the “the fourth bite of anything (except apples and chocolate doughnuts) was horrible” syndrome. Like many pregnant women, I lamented the fact that maternity wear is not that cute, but felt the liberation of big tops and stretchy waists. At that time, I thought the Bella Band was the best invention ever.
I was fortunate and never got stretch marks and only gained 20 pounds. In all honesty, I rarely exercised when I was pregnant. I took the advice to rest often to heart. No one in their right mind would tell a pregnant woman to get of her rear and do something. My doctor said I was blessed with good genetics. I, however, like to believe that in the scheme of things an apple cancels out a chocolate doughnut every time.