Another pregnancy book to scare, er, I mean, educate mamas to be

I've just eaten all of the Hershey's kisses in my Christmas stocking. On December 16. Is that bad?

I reviewed a new pregnancy book, pictured left, here. When I had my now18-year-old son, I poured religiously over the bible of pregnancy books, What to Expect When You Are Expecting. I was so clueless, so it was my lifeline. But it also made me so anxious about everything that could go wrong. Now that I'm pregnant with kid No. 3, I'm just chilling and eating Christmas candy. And reading more entertaining books.

Oh, and Santa, if you're reading this blog today, please bring the chocolate kisses with caramel, please. I've gotten bored of the plain chocolate ones.