Thanksgiving Recovery Mode

Day after Thanksgiving and I’m still going strong. Currently on tamale number four and have zero regrets about any of my life choices.

Thanksgiving Recovery Mode

Abuela Rosa called this morning to check on me and when I told her about my leftover feast, she said “Good, mija, you’re eating for two.” Then she reminded me that she ate chorizo and eggs every morning when she was pregnant with Dad and he turned out “perfectamente.” I’m taking this as medical advice.

Sophie asked why I’m eating so much and I explained that her baby brother or sister needs fuel to grow. She nodded seriously and then asked for another piece of pumpkin pie “for her bones.” Can’t argue with that logic.

Marcus is eyeing the tamale situation with concern, not because he’s worried about my eating habits, but because he’s calculating how many are left for him. Sorry, honey. Pregnancy trumps everything else right now.