18 weeks, 2 days and getting fatter by the minute

Going back to the more positive format, where I don’t bitch about everything under the sun.

eating:   Nothing sounds good aside from sandwiches.  And my new fave is nacho cheese Doritos with jalapeno cheese dip.  Super healthy, right?  I just had a craving for Fro-Yo, so I thought I’d scope out a place close by.  I arrive, and as it turns out, this place is also a well-known pizza place, they just serve Fro-Yo for fun now.  So of course, I order a slice of pizza (which is actually like half a pizza in their terms), and nearly forget about the Fro-Yo.  Had to get a separate transaction.  It was no Red Mango, but it did the job.  Just regular old vanilla with some Cinnamon Toast Crunch pieces on top.

drinking: This is the worst.  With my last pregnancy, I craved fountain Pepsi like it was being discontinued.  This time, Pepsi upsets my stomach!  And it’s not the carbonation, because I still love my Black Cherry Schweppe’s sparkling water.  So in the end, it’s probably a good thing because I don’t really need all that sugar.  But, I did take a liking to Cherry Coke from the fountain (don’t tell my husband).  I can only get that at Subway sometimes.  I also have been drinking a lot of unsweetened black iced tea with added fresh lemon.  Coffee never sounds good either, unless it is from Dunkin for some reason.

avoiding:  Anything with heavy tomato sauce again this time.  Pizza is okay as long as the cheese outweighs the sauce.  Everything bagels are bad.  Anything with onion or garlic is gross.  So many things disgust me, and so many things do not sound appetizing at all.  At least I had some mega cravings when I was pregnant with Kenzie, but it’s just hard finding food to indulge in this time around.

wearing:  Same normal clothes, complete with the belly band that I bought from the first pregnancy.  Definitely one of the best investments I’ve ever made.  It also helps me with some of the pain I have been experiencing lately.  A few weeks ago, I started to get really sore in the pelvis/ vag area (sorry for TMI, but the pain is real).  Like I felt this extreme pressure if I was standing for too long.  That never happened with Kenzie until AFTER she was born, and the doctor explained it as gravity once my body was in recovery mode.  I messaged my doctor about it, and she responded with “try a belly band or wearing bicycle shorts for more support” – which actually has worked wonders!

feeling: Pretty good.  Hoping that I don’t jinx myself.  I’m still on the Diclegis, but only at night.  Works MUCH better than shitty Zofran.  Surprisingly, my back hasn’t been bothering me as much as it did this time around as it did with Kenzie.  No heating pad necessary.  And my ribs don’t hurt yet.  I am DEFINITELY showing sooner than I did the first time.  I have a mini bump.  Had nothing with Kenzie until 20+ weeks.  And we are going to the County Line Farm to Table dinner this Saturday, so I hope I can eat as much yummy food as possible!  They should have a designated driver ticket though.  So lame that I won’t get to indulge in the craft beers.   I’m sure Mike will drink double for me.

reading: Nothing at all – no time for that.  I’m getting dumber by the day.

buying:  Ha!  Just grocery shopping.  No time for anything else.  Though we are in the market for those bed barriers.  We are trying to transition Kenzie to a big bed so that the crib will be free for baby.  Fingers crossed that this new kid likes either the Rock n’ Play or the crib.  And I hope this kid will sleep on his/ her back.  Unlike Kenzie, who would only sleep on my chest for the first six months.

sleeping: Fine once Kenzie actually gives in and goes to sleep.  The kid can go to sleep at 11 p.m. and wake up at 7 a.m. with no problem.  Who are these kids who go to sleep at 7 and sleep for 12 hours?  WTF.  Not my kid!

loving:  When I get to shower at night and I am not rushed.  Loving Kenzie too, and her little personality/ attitude.  She loves squirrels and dogs and all things wild.  She will probably be a vet.  I think we are going to get her the Doc McStuffins pet care cart for Christmas.  Each Christmas gets more exciting with her since she is starting to understand things.  And we went through the Toys R Us catalog with her, and she really points to certain things consistently!  She points to this monkey toy and then starts doing the “5 little monkeys” song motions with her hands.  So cool.  And anything Mickey or Minnie.  She’s lovely.  I’m also loving that I can already feel new baby kicking, now that I know what it feels like. Ultrasound is next week.  Election Day.

getting used to:  Working with idiots and realizing that I just have to stick this job out until the kids are in school.

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Status Quo

If possible, I have turned into more of a raging bitch since my post yesterday.  I don’t think I was ever like this through any PMS episodes.  Good Lord.

Oddly enough, I didn’t have any road rage or anything, but the littlest things have been bothering me (mostly people and their dumb comments and stupid actions).

I went to bed a little early last night in hopes of regaining some lost sleep.  WRONG.  Dear husband came to bed and flipped on the TV just as I was falling asleep, which sent me into a rage.  “You realize you aren’t going to be able to have the TV on when baby girl is sleeping in here, right?”   And his responses just fueled the fire.  And then I start thinking about his sister’s wedding, which is on May 24.  I am due May 10.  I didn’t realize that if breastfeeding DOES work out, that I will be needing to feed her every couple of hours, and that you generally don’t introduce a bottle until a few months in (unless you start with formula from the get-go).  And who knows that I would even be able to pump enough that early on to feed her for the whole day.

So I’m laying in bed, FUMING, thinking about how we will probably need to get a hotel room for my mom at the wedding so that I can go back and forth when baby girl needs to be fed, since the wedding is not close to our house, and we are both standing up in the wedding.  UGH.  Also thinking about the rehearsal dinner the night before, and if we should also get a hotel room that night.  I tell Mike my concerns, and he thinks that I am getting worked up over nothing and stressing myself out.   He is probably correct to an extent, but we really DO have to think about how this is all going to go down since we both HAVE to be there.  Thinking about it all just makes me want to cry.  I don’t want any of our first few weeks with baby girl to be made into a stressful situation for no reason.  I want to be able to enjoy every moment we have with her, whether or not she is crying her eyes out or not.

And then I woke up every hour on the hour last night with terrible heartburn.

Baby Girl:  If you are listening, please please please come sooner, rather than later.

I know no one really wishes for labor to come on sooner than predicted, but I am just no good at being pregnant.  It’s turning me into a first class bitch and a Negative Nancy overall.  I’m sure Mike has had enough of it, too, but he treads lightly for some kind reason.  This morning, he said, “You look like you need a hug” – so he gave me a nice hug and I almost burst into tears.  HORMONES!!!!

We also have a family wedding on May 15.  Neither of us are standing up in it, so Mike thinks we’ll still be able to go, no problem.  Hahahahaha!   He kills me.

Here’s to hoping that people are less ass-hat like today.  Until then, I will listen to Jimmy Eat World radio on Pandora, and louder than normal, because I no longer care who I bother.

And more than anything right now, I want a sub from Mr. Submarine.

25 weeks, 5 days – Bébé is Size of a Napa Cabbage – and the Parenthood series finale…

Moving right along.  25 weeks.  I can’t believe I am almost into the third trimester!  Still doing good on the anti-nausea front.  Not going to say too much because I don’t want to jinx it.

I was pretty motivated yesterday, and scheduled a whole slew of things!  I scheduled a tour of the birthing ward at the hospital we will be delivering at.  They just renovated everything in the past year, and everything is state-of-the-art.  I’m pretty excited to check it out.  Even better, I learned that they offer in-room spa services!  WHAT?!  Oh yes, you can schedule a manicure or pedicure during your stay!  I told Mike and his response was, “Sounds like this is going to be an expensive trip”….hahaha, no kidding.  Expensive trip, expensive kid…goodbye vacations and nice Anthropologie clothes for mama.

I also scheduled us for an accelerated birthing class.  It is on a Saturday from 9 until 5.  I told Mike this and his response was, “WHAT?  8 hours?!”  He was partly joking.  I am not a fan of sitting somewhere for 8 hours, either.  But it was either that or three weeks of Tuesday/ Wednesday night classes, and we would never make the class in time since it is at a different location.  They will let us leave for lunch, at least.  And the lady told me to dress comfortably and to bring 4 large pillows.  Can’t wait!  🙂    As long as I don’t have to sit in a chair for 8 hours, I will be okay.  Just lay me out on the floor, and I will pay attention.

And finally, I scheduled the glucose test ::cringe:: for next Saturday.  Fingers crossed I don’t vomit and they let me take my time drinking it, and I can drink it in peace.  I have to be there at 7 a.m., so I’m going to ask if they have a room with a bed after I drink the sugar drink, hahaha!   I told Mike he didn’t have to join me for this appointment, since I will have to sit there for an hour or two before they can draw my blood.  Fun times.  I think we are going to be pretty busy with our weekends up until baby girl is born!

I watched the series finale of Parenthood last night.  It was a great ending, in my opinion.  It makes such a difference when the creators of the show are actually aware that it is their last season and have enough time to prep a proper ending for the show.  So many shows find out mid-season that it will be their last season, so there is no closure for the viewers.  I feel as though they packed A LOT into one hour, but I was still happy with the outcome and future montage that they played to show where everyone ended up in life.  Lots of tears.  I’m not going to post any spoilers here for those of you who may not have seen it yet.  But it’s amazing.  I keep telling myself that the show is not real, and that they are not a real family.  But something inside of me really wants that kind of family!  The love they show to each other seemed so genuine.  And even the anger, since they obviously weren’t perfect.  I just want the same for our little family.  I hope that we can have that.  I hope I’m a good mom.  I really do.  Oh, and the music in the final episode WAS AMAZING.  Here is my favorite song (the intro Bob Dylan song, performed by Rhiannon Giddens and Iron & Wine) is perfection:   http://youtu.be/KHMlZxG339Y

Oh, and a good post to document the tear-factor of the finale:  http://www.vulture.com/2015/01/parenthood-series-finale-cry-cap-season-6-episode-13.html

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eating:   Pretty much anything at this point aside from the normal haters on my vomit list.  Still loving the Italian ice and have recently had a small obsession with smoothies, thanks to a good friend at work!  Oh, and LITTLE CAESARS!!  I got this for lunch one day earlier this week because I was craving it – yes, just for me.  I’m craving all the foods I loved as a kid!  We would always order Little Caesars pizza and crazy bread when I was allowed to have friends sleep over.  Such good stuff.  Baby girl will probably end up with a gluten allergy.

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drinking: Smoothies, Squirt (I know, weird, right?), and Pepsi

avoiding: Shrimp.  Chicken.  Avocado.

wearing:  Ugh, I’m getting bigger by the day.  I finally bought one of those belly bands from Target so that I could keep wearing my work pants to work without having to buy new pants.  Bought some more Liz Lange maternity tops on clearance.  Had Mike take some photos this morning of me.

I’m concerned about my legs – they keep cramping up in the middle of the night!  Just my calves, really.  I’m afraid I’m going to have to start wearing those hideous circulation stockings that you see all of the old people wearing.  I need a better option!  Has anyone else had this problem before?

And something weird that I noticed.  My skin was always hit-or-miss before pregnancy.  I wouldn’t say that I had acne, but I would break out every now and then on my face, like a 13 year old.  Since I’ve been pregnant ::knock on wood:: my skin has been great!  Definitely not glowing or anything, but clear for the most part.  Still pale as hell.  I’ve heard that the opposite is supposed to happen.  Especially with having a girl, you’d think my hormone levels would double, hence my skin problems would double.  Not the case!  I’ll take it, though!

Stay tuned for my next post – it would be about our adventures in baby-registering!

Here is what 25 weeks looks like.  PS:  My hair is wet from having just gotten out of the shower, it’s not greasy 🙂

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24 weeks, 1 day – Bébé is Size of an Eggplant – and some notes on maternity leave…

So, our dog has an eggplant stuffed toy.  I know, it’s weird.  But it came from his monthly subscription to BarkBox, and he loves it.  By the way, if you have a puppy, definitely try out BarkBox – even if only for one month!  Your pup gets his/ or her own box, depending on their size, and the toys and treats usually have a theme.  So cute.  If you order a plan before January 31, use the promo code OMEGASAMIGOS for 10% off your BarkBox AND a $10 credit to The BarkBox Shop (you can buy the things your pup gets in the box if they really love it!).

So now, all I can picture is our dog carrying around our baby in his mouth, like he does his eggplant toy.  Nice, right?

This past week has been a good one.  No sickness!  YEAH!   Hoping I didn’t just jinx it.  That is usually what happens.

What I’ve gathered from friends and blogs, is that women are susceptible to becoming very emotional while pregnant.  Hormones are crazy, and the outcome seems to be disastrous for everyone involved.    Mostly what I hear, though, is that these women are mostly triggered by something that then makes them cry.  Whether it be a commercial, a song, or a smell.  And then they just start randomly crying.    It is pretty much the opposite for me, and I’m worried it is probably not normal.  I get angry at EVERYTHING now.  I hate EVERYONE (not really, but people really test my patience these days).  We were watching How I Met Your Mother the other day, and I just couldn’t believe the hatred that I had suddenly formed for Ted and Robin.  Hate hate hate.  My husband thinks I’m a loon for sure.  I get annoyed by pretty much anything.  It’s like PMS times 100.  No tears, though.

Italian ice seems to help though.  I had a really rough day dealing with your everyday family drama (thank god I married into a normal family), and I thought I was going to explode when I got home.  Instead of erupting on Mike, he suggested that I stop for some Italian ice on my way home.  It’s my new craving/ addiction.  So I did.  Not only did I get banana Italian ice (AMAZING – it tastes like banana runts!), but I also got a salted chocolate pretzel ice cream, a chocolate coconut cupcake, and my staple – nachos and extra jalapenos.   So I just eat my emotions now when I’m feeling angry now.  But look out if there isn’t any good food around.  That’s healthy, right?

Random Symptoms:   My belly itches like I have chicken pox.  I know it is because my skin is stretching, so I have invested in sweet almond oil, per a few recommendations.  It’s supposed to be good for preventing stretch marks.  I am all about that, so I am on board.

Fat Things:  I know – so many girls take super cute photos every week to show progress with a cute little chalkboard to note all of the fun things about pregnancy.  I always forget, and when I do remember, I usually look like crap.  But at least I’m not being fake!  I’m not going to dress up to take a photo and pretend like pregnancy is the best thing since sliced bread.  So this is what you get 🙂   Take it or leave it   🙂

24 weeks

Cute Things:   We were going through our DVR recordings and I noticed that Frozen was recorded and looked at Mike, because I certainly had not taped it (the song makes me want to pull out my hair).  Mike said, “I taped it for our daughter”….that was the one time I almost cried, but I laughed instead because of the way he said it.  Super cute.  He’s thinking about our daughter already.  Love love love.   Oh yes, WE ARE HAVING A GIRL!   🙂   I think I have told pretty much all the family, so I can gush about her on here now.  Totally knew it was a girl the whole time.  Glad I was right!

Maternity Leave:  I love that we have certain freedoms in the United States that other countries do not benefit from.  But I fucking hate how maternity leave is viewed and dealt with by employers and even men in general.  So many other countries offer months of paid maternity leave, to both mother AND father.  Here, not so much.   You would think for government entities, that the maternity leave would be one of the better plans and that SOMETHING would be paid for.  NOPE.  I’m allowed to take the full 12 weeks per FMLA standards, but if I want to get paid for it, I will have to use my vacation time, sick time, and comp time until it runs out.  For any days after that, I would be getting paid nothing.   I’m not going to keep ranting about it, I am just going to leave you with what an official told me during my pre-maternity leave meeting:

“Don’t worry, everyone loves you here.  You do a great job.  You’re not going anywhere.”

I told my husband this, and he thought it was a nice compliment.  Of course he would.

Does anyone else see how that could be viewed as borderline questionable?  He’s basically saying, “Don’t worry, we aren’t going to get rid of you just because you decided to start a family.”   What the fuck?

I am not the one who needs reassurance.  He should need reassurance that I even plan to come back to this circus after my twelve weeks.

23 Weeks, 4 Days – Bebe is size of bunch of grapes

Really, Ovia?  A bunch of grapes?  SO WEIRD.

Okay, so I had another appointment Monday with my doctor.  This time, she actually took out a measuring tape to measure my belly.  Feeling fatter by the day!  But that’s okay.  I think I’ve managed to lose all other muscle in my body, so I’ll probably come out ahead in the long run (yeah, right). I have gained 13 lbs since my first appointment in October.  Hard to believe since I feel as though I am puking half of my nutrients away. When the doctor was listening for the heartbeat, baby kept kicking and kicking.  Baby is super active, and that makes me happy.   I’m sure baby will settle down when baby is born, right?  Because mama has no energy as it is. Before the doctor came in to visit with me, I could hear her talking to the woman in the room next to me.  The mom-to-be was 40, and they decided that she would be induced on Friday.  She said, “the next time I see you, you will have a baby” – how crazy is that?  I can’t believe we will be having that same discussion in the near future (hopefully not about induction – I have heard such horror stories!)

Something interesting we talked about while the doctor came in, was about hydration – a major concern of mine.  The taste (or lack thereof) of water makes me nauseous.  I generally put lemon in it, but even then it is hard to tolerate more than one bottle.  Every pregnancy blog announces how important it is to drink eight glasses of water per day, because baby needs it!  They make you feel so guilty if you don’t or can’t.   So I started telling her my problem, and she cut me off right away and started shaking her head, “You aren’t actually trying to drink that much water each day, are you?”  I said hell no, I just try to push myself to four glasses a day, which is a stretch.  She said don’t push it!  People tend to forget how much water is in the food that we eat, and even the other drinks that we take in, so it is rare that I would need to worry about being dehydrated.  If I were puking all day long and not holding anything down, then yes, we would need to talk about how I’m staying hydrated.  She seriously made me feel so much better.  I’m basically living on unsweetened iced tea with lemon at this point, drink-wise.  Unless fountain Pepsi is available…

My doctor also told me that the next test of mine would suck.  The glucose test that I have heard oh-so-much about!  After she explained that I would have to drink a can of lemon-lime juice containing double the sugar of a Red Bull in less than five minutes, I’m sure my facial expression explained it all.  I told her my fear was that it would make me sick, after she told me how much it disgusted everyone.  She told me I can take my anti-nausea pills that morning (even though I’m not supposed to eat or drink anything), and that I can wait another 4 or 5 weeks until I feel that the nausea period has passed (HA!).  If you can’t keep down the liquid crack and vomit, then you have to prick your finger every day for a week or so to monitor your own blood sugar.  NO THANKS.  So, I will definitely be the child sitting in the corner plugging her nose while she chugs the liquid crack.  Then, I get to sick and wait an hour after drinking it so they can take my blood again to make sure it’s doing what it should be with the sugar.  I told Mike he didn’t have to join me for that appointment.  It’s not going to be pleasant for anyone.  Stay tuned for that update.

I also asked her about my terrible lower back pains.  She suggested getting the icy hot patches and wearing those at work or in the car.  So I bought those at Walgreens yesterday, and THEY SUCK.  Don’t bother buying them.  I resorted to bringing my heating pad to work with me, which is the only thing that helps when I am having to sit upright for longer periods of time.

Anyhow, on to a more fun subject for me:  FOOD. I have found a new addiction/ craving.  Jodi’s Italian Ice Factory in Hammond, IN.  They only have a Facebook page right now, so that is the link I had added.  I know what you are thinking.  Who eats or wants Italian Ice in January in Chicago?  Only a fool!  Or a pregnant chicky.   It’s not just normal Italian Ice – she experiments with these crazy flavors.  For example, what got me to stop in was their sour strawberry/ lemonade sour patch kid Italian Ice.  Pair that baby with some nachos and jalapenos, and we are good to go.   I made my second trip there in a week yesterday.  So worth it.  Turns out the Subaru has an added nacho holder that I didn’t even know about!  Heck yeah.  Here are some photos of the goodness:

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And now for a healthier addiction I’ve had for lunch this entire week!   See below for the recipe/ photos.  Courtesy of Cuisine Magazine – Fast & Fresh Edition.  I made these sandwiches for my husband and I all week.  I usually get sick of things so quickly, but this has stuck.  I am thankful, since this is healthy for the most part.

Dill Havarti Veggie Sandwiches

For the dill spread, whisk: 1/4 cup of canola or olive oil mayonnaise 1/4 cup of sour cream 1/4 cup chopped fresh dill 1 tbsp. minced lemon zest Salt and black pepper to taste

For the sandwiches, spread: Pumpernickel Bread Slices 2 cups fresh baby spinach 8 oz sliced dill Havarti cheese 1/2  zucchini (crosswise), thinly sliced lengthwise  *mandolin works great for this 1/2  yellow squash (crosswise), thinly sliced lengthwise  *mandolin works great for this 1/2  red bell pepper (seeded and sliced) 1  cup thinly sliced cucumber (about 1/2 large cucumber)  *mandolin works great for this 1/2  cup thinly sliced red onion

For the dill spread, whisk mayonnaise, sour cream, dill, and zest in a small bowl; season with salt and pepper and set aside

For the sandwiches, spread the dill spread on one side of each bread slice. Layer spinach, cheese, zucchini, yellow squash, bell pepper, cucumber, and red onion on the bread.

CALORIE CONTENT:  Per sandwich, 448 calories; 27g total fat (15g salt); 69 mg chol; 873mg sodium; 32g carb; 6g fiber; 20g protein

dill havarti veggie sandwich

22 Weeks, 6 Days…Still Corny on the Cob

Just a few updates…

I should have started taking Zofran AGES ago.  I thought I’d try to do the “non-medicine” thing and keep my system clear of anything that could harm baby, but that ship has sailed.  I’m not going to jinx it, but I’d like to meet the person who invented this wonderful medicine.  Keep working your magic!

My pregnancy pillow has arrived from Bump Nest!  Even though I didn’t get the polka dot pattern that I really wanted since they were out, I am very please with the Chevron pattern.  Rorschach is also interested in this pillow.  Mike saw it and said, “This is going to be like a third person sleeping with us!  That thing is massive!”  He clearly did not know what to expect when I explained it, even though I did send him a link.  Oh well!  The first night of sleeping with it was a good one!  I’m going to have to mess with it a bit, because my neck hurts a little – I’m not used to having such a firm pillow, so I know that has contributed.  But it’s as wonderful as I thought it would be!

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Now if only these terrible leg cramps would disappear!  I guess it is a pregnancy thing.  I wake up in the middle of the night and stretch out, thus pointing my toes.  WORST idea ever.  It never fails, because my right leg consistently cramps up, and I feel as though I have pulled a muscle.  I have to sit there and wait for it to go back to being normal.  WTF.  I have read that it could be dehydration.  Whatever.  I have to pee ALL THE TIME.  If I added more fluids, I would just take up permanent residency in the bathroom.   Also, I did read that it is normal to have leg cramps in the THIRD trimester, which is a club that I am not part of yet.  Seems like all of these symptoms are hitting me a trimester early, which is not cool.  Does that mean I’m going to be free and clear in trimester three and I’m suddenly going to love pregnancy?  DOUBT IT!

Despite what I think I should be eating, my body still craves food that is probably not the best for me.  Like yesterday for example.  My kind mother offered to bring me lunch to work so that I wouldn’t have to go out in the cold if I didn’t already have something.  I had some frozen lunches in the freezer, but did not want them (shocker).  I am the worst.  So I asked her for a cheeseburger, small fry, and small Coke from McDonald’s. A happy meal without the toy, if you will.  Pretty standard.  She comes in with a big cheeseburger from a local pancake house cafe, fries, chicken noodle soup, and what I’m pretty sure was Swanel (cheap-o generic Pepsi for cheap-o restaurants that don’t want to pay for the real thing).  Of course, I thanked her.  But in my head, I was defeated.  I just wanted a McDonald’s cheeseburger!  Baby wants what baby wants.  She told me that I shouldn’t be eating crap like McDonalds.  Ayayayaya.

Speaking of good/ bad food, I left early from work one day last week, as it was blizzarding outside.  A common occurrence when living in the Midwest (why the hell do we still live here?)  Visibility was zero, wind was insane, and I couldn’t see the lines on the expressway.  But all I could think about during the drive was how incredibly hungry I was.  There is a Taco Bell 5 minutes from our house.  Any normal person would have driven straight home after the scary drive I had.  Not me!  Taco Bell it is!  I didn’t care at that point, I figured I could slide my way home on the side streets if I had to.  Best pregnancy lunch ever.  This baby is probably going to be vegan or something insane after all of the terrible foods I am scarfing down.  I know what you’re thinking of the picture below.  “That is easily 2,000 calories on that plate”….and worth every single one of them!  I even took a nap afterwards.   VICTORY!

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