Sarah had always loved the crisp, golden texture of waffles on a Sunday morning, their deep pockets holding pools of maple syrup like treasure chests. One morning, as she was preparing her favorite breakfast, she felt a gentle flutter in her bellyโa reminder of the little life growing inside her. Feeding herself meant nourishing her baby, and she wondered, "Can I enjoy this delicious waffle without any worry during my pregnancy?"
Baby says
Mmm, waffles are sweet and fun! Just a little nibble so I can do a

