Runny Poison

I haven't exercised in the past week and half. That is a new record for me. However, I need full and complete nourishment in order to feed the cutest baby in the world.

So, while I have not been exercising per say, I am burning enough calories to eat like a small cow. Jeff has been very supportive and willing to cook every and any meal in order for me to do just that. I, being a big egg fan, have been requesting eggs every few days or so. Today, however, I got a little crazy. 

For dinner, I skipped over the sunny-side-up eggs, my favorite of which I was not allowed to eat while pregnant, for french toast. Yum, french toast. Just some toast frenched up. Right? Wrong. Jeff never does anything small. 

When I sat down to eat, I noticed this wasn't just any regular french toast. This french toast had runny eggs in the middle. Immediately, I asked Shea an important question, "What could be better than french toast? French toast with runny eggs in the middle!" 

When I was on the last bite or so of this delectable dinner, Jeff informed me that he had used six eggs in order to make this concoction. Six eggs in one sitting. Six eggs that will force me to get my cholesterol checked at my next doctor's appointment. Apparently Jeff is slowly trying to kill me. At least runny eggs are more pleasant than poison!