Even if I weren’t pregnant—and even if I could consume all the frozen margaritas I desired—I’d be lying if I acted like Cinco de Mayo (or any Mexican dinner night) wasn’t about the glorious, flavorful food. This pregnant, food-obsessed woman can’t wait to bite into a crunchy taco shell and slather homemade guacamole (with extra…
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