You know what's really good for pregnant women? Cuban cigars.
That's right, there's nothing that growing fetuses like better than some fine, hand-rolled tobacco passing through the placenta. Mmmm, nutritious!
Which is why I'm baffled by the funny looks I got walking out of the tobacconists clutching a bulging box of fat Havanas the other day.
What? It's a craving, all right?
(they were for my dad. Honest.)