Zach and I were having a night out. It was an extension of his birthday, so he got to choose the location.
He chose Ciscos which is fine and didn't bother me. But then I remembered why going to bar pregnant isn't fun.
I sat and watched everyone enjoy their cocktails so I ordered a virgin margarita.
We ordered nachos (because that's all I want to eat being pregnant is nachos) but when they arrived... there wasn't any cheese on it?!?
When I asked the server for more cheese... she rolled her eyes.
I wanted to say "Look! I'm a pregnant woman ordering a virgin margarita in a bar.. can you not look at me like that?? Nachos are suppose to have cheese!!!"
The server came around with our nachos and said, "Nachos.. Extra cheese". I look down and I think "No!! That's what nachos are suppose to look like!!!" Call me hormonal or pregnant.. But I'm not crazy on this one.
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