Poor Sophie

No sarcasm this time - poor Sophie. While I was waiting at Walgreen's for my prescription this afternoon, I sat and ate some chocolate. A roll of chocolate frosted Hostess "Donettes" and a carton of chocolate milk, to be exact. I was drowning my self-pity in food.

Well, I seem to have stumbled on Sophies first food allergy. She has been fussy all evening, acting like she wants to nurse and like her tummy hurts and like she is wired beyond all get-out. In other words, much like Julie acted ALL THE TIME for the first 6 months of her life. Please, powers of the universe, let it be something as simple as a chocolate allergy! Let it be that I can simply eliminate chocolate from my diet and solve this problem, nipping it in the bud.

Giving up chocolate would and will be no small feat - I do love chocolate. But there are lots of other sugary treats out there for my consumption, and if I can somehow save this new little baby from the fate my Julie suffered, it would be so worth it! I'm really hoping that we'll wake up with our happy Sophie back in the morning, and that she stays that way as long as I avoid the mocha. It's been giving me headaches lately anyway.