Tiramisu anyone?

I can just barely recall a time when I went to the gym regularly, had a fitness instructor on my payroll and counted calories at every meal. Even gave up soft drinks because there were just too many empty calories to deal with. Also participated in every 10km marathon I could possibly sign up for.

That was Before Pregnancy.

So now I'm balancing:

1. a batch of Tiramisu to be whipped up over this weekend;
2. the prospect of a Goodwood Park durian cake on Wednesday morning (it's the boss' birthday and I've managed to persuade all that the preferred cake of Australian expatriates is Durian from Goodwood); and
3. the possibility that I might purchase a Rum and Cherry Chocolate Cake tomorrow when I have lunch at Raffles Place.

3 cakes. 3 really heaty cakes. What are the odds that I will make it to June 2006 without a nosebleed?