""I'm not sure I'm cut out for parenthood. It's not in my plan. All right, I haven't actually got a plan, but if I had one, this wouldn't be in it. I don't even like babies-nasty, small, noisy, smelly things that take over your life. But this is a different baby. This is not just a baby; this is our baby ..."
Newlywed Theodora discovers a slight oversight she and Kevin made on their honeymoon. Now she's gained an important new subject for her famous diary-but at such a cost
"Tom opened the oven door and got out the most enormous chocolate pudding and placed it on the table in front of me. 'Especially for you, dear sister, ' said Ariadne. I swallowed hard a few times then took off for the bathroom. Ariadne looked at Tom and said, 'I told you so.'"
What? Theodora sick (literally) of chocolate? How will she survive without her favorite food group? Answer: with typical irrepressible humour that finds much to laugh at about marital bliss, faith, friendships, and the foibles of pregnancy. But will she be reunited with her lost love? Never fear-Theodora and chocolate can't be separated forever."