It
has been a really long time since I’ve had real cheesecake. Not only was I on
Matthew’s diet the entire time I was nursing Malia, but while I pregnant I had
gestational diabetes so that much sugar was off the menu. As I neared the end
of my pregnancy and prepared for my walk on the allergen-free side, I had every
intention of blatantly defying my strict pregnancy diet just once and indulging
in a slice of allergen-full heaven. But
due to Malia’s haste to arrive, I never got the chance. I’ll admit I did a little happy dance when
Kev walked in the door today with a Cheesecake Factory bag. So here I am, a
year and some change on the other side of the gestational diabetes and today I
finally got to partake of some creamy, milky, nutty goodness. It was
carbalicious. And so, so tasty.
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