It’s confession time again, boys and girls!

And the big shocker for the week is: I have eaten sushi with both pregnancies.

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When you think about it, pregnant women in Japan must eat sushi every day, no? And after having done my own research on the subject, I do not see how having some raw fish once in a while, from a good, reputable restaurant, can be so detrimental.

As is the mantra for most pregnancy-related issues, I believe that moderation is key.

With this in mind, I have cut down on my sushi intake considerably with both pregnancies. And while I may not have a very adventurous palate, I do enjoy raw tuna, salmon, yellowtail, and uni tremendously.

And whenever I crave sushi more than I know I should, I just think back to this incident from four years ago…

Via Wulffmorgenthaler.

One Saturday, while lounging around the apartment, J and I spotted something white — something that normally isn’t present — in his fishtank. I decided to take a closer look, and discovered that it was a fish skeleton.

Which led us to the only possible conclusion: one of his goldfish had died, and the other one had eaten it.  The fish itself was about 5 inches long, so it was a fairly large skeleton. A fairly large, DETAILED skeleton.

I could barely glance at it; it was that disturbing. Of course, J had to add to that by saying, “He even ate the eyes!”

Then, with perfect timing, the doorbell rang. It was a delivery man, who had arrived with our dinner. And what had we ordered? Sushi.

Oh, the irony.

I usually love sushi and I tried to eat. But after just a few pieces I almost threw up.