No Chocolate For Me
As luck would have it, turns out if I have chocolate, any amount, any type, any time during the day, a certain Someone gets wide awake, gassy and fussy to the extreme from my milk. So that wonderful tin of fine European drinking chocolate my sister-in-law sent me and the dark chocolate my mother-in-law gifted me with should stay in the fridge for indefinite amount of time... The Husband volunteered to help me out with it, and also to find some other comfort food for me while Marianne's digestive system figures out this brand new world.
Plus, the same with coffee. ::whimper:: At least there's always decaf for those zombie mornings to cheat myself with.