Supposedly the size of an artichoke and the length of a small banana, the human I’m growing is turning my insides into what is probably a horrible tasting vegetable fruit salad my dog certainly won’t like.
Hopefully, he likes the human. (The husband was holding a treat above my head.)
Today, I’m 20 weeks, which is half-baked if you were curious.
Why did I wait so long to share my news? I did tell everyone I know — Facebook — at 13 weeks, but why wait until 20 to start blogging about pregnancy? I mean… just the food alone could keep me busy for weeks. Why, why, why have I missed out on so much?!
Well, nausea, for one.
Lots and lots and lots of nausea. Just constant nausea.
Number 2: Exhaustion.
Do you have any idea how physically exhausting and mentally draining the first trimester of pregnancy is? Making a human is legit hard.
I was monstrously tired. Too tired to cook, to move, to do… I slept often.
BUT only when I wasn’t getting up to pee every seven minutes — not a third trimester-only symptom.
AND when I wasn’t waking up at 3 a.m. like clockwork for no reason.
So, yeah, I missed out on a lot of good writing opportunities.
I ate at Wahoo Fire + Ice Grill for a West Coast-inspired burger; at Blanc Burgers + Bottles for a tangy, sweet, spicy, savory burger I looooooved; at Merchants Pub + Plate for a new recipe bison burger with the most flavorful sauce; and at my all-time forever favorite Public at the Brickyard for the sweet and tangy Prairie Sliders (and a surprise bison chili!).
(Have you noticed how much more often “+” is used instead of “&”? Not that I mind. I’m not a fan of the ampersand, but + has taken over.)
All in all, you could have said that – after four bison burgers and driving 500 miles in two days – I’d be sick to death of bison, but… of course… I had to make my own.
And I had to make them spicy.
Homemade Bison Burgers
1 lb. natural ground bison
3 cloves of garlic
2 Chipotle peppers in Adobo sauce
1 tsp. olive oil
salt and pepper
1 egg, beaten
1/2 green bell pepper, diced
1/2 small onion, diced
2-3 Tbs. shredded cheddar cheese
Process the garlic, Chipotle peppers, olive oil and salt and pepper until you get a slightly chunky sauce.
Mix the sauce with the bison, beaten egg, diced peppers and onions, cheese and a bit more salt and pepper, and then form into sliders.
If you’re also good at baking – which, by the way, I’m not – you could also make your own slider buns. I popped a few store-bought buns in the oven to give them a nice toast.
Otherwise, go straight to searing these beauties in a cast iron skillet on high heat. A little lubrication in the pan doesn’t hurt. I used olive oil.
Bison is pretty lean so make sure you don’t overcook the sliders – or they’ll taste like sawdust.
Serve your bison slider with hot mustard, mixed greens and a side salad – complete with roasted chickpeas, almonds, sunflower seeds and Kalamata olives. Dress to your desire and consume.
I also wrote a blog post about craft beers in Kansas that hasn’t published yet so keep your eye out!
To plan weekly meals you intend on prepping same-day takes even more time.
To plan weekly meals you intend on prepping same-day AND staying sane means… well, for me, it meant fail.
I usually take about four hours on a Sunday finding coupons and store deals and planning my husband’s and my weekly dinners, planning for enough leftovers for us to each take another meal to work, and then going grocery shopping in the hectic afternoon crowd at Dillon’s.
Oh, joy, Sundays.
Well, last week, I wanted to pre-plan and pre-prepare our week of meals so I would have less cooking and cleaning to do during the week.
I won’t lie.
It was pretty awful and exhausting, and I’m not sure I want to do it again.
Of course, I might just need more practice. Blargh.
My meal list:
To-Go Breakfast Sandwiches
Roasted Italian Sausage, Peppers and Onions with Red Potatoes
Chicken Tortilla Soup in the Crockpot
I also planned a crockpot-cooked Braised Venison meal that went HORRIBLY wrong. We’re not going to talk about it.
My grocery list:
Too long to type
Too long to think about
Out of four meals, I only had the breakfast sandwiches and two others prepped by 6 p.m. And I was pooped!
I froze the breakfast sandwiches and the Roasted Italian Sausage Pepper Bake for later. (In the future, I won’t freeze the onions and peppers for these. I’ll just refrigerate them. They burned and turned to mush when I cooked them.)
Fail or not, I got out of this weekend of prep 10 Berry Banana Smoothies, six delicious breakfast sandwiches, one bake and one crockpot.
Public celebrated Opening at the Brickyard Saturday, March 12, welcoming spring-like weather in early March and crowds of green-clad patrons excited for Irish fare and Irish beer.
But I did not get an Irish beer.
I know, I know! I should have ordered a Guinness or an Irish Red or something… but I really wanted an IPA, and Sculpin IPA by Ballast Point out of San Diego was on tap.
Of course, I had to have one. (It was awesome, by the way.)
I also had to have Corned Beef Hash, and I’m a lucky duck because I got to watch my meal being made by Public Chef and Owner Travis Russell in the Brickyard’s super awesome food truck — a refurbished trailer that I think really needs a name.
Super tender beef. Amazing flavors. I want to eat this everyday forever.
I happily also ran into a friend and listened to some pipers!
My husband and I also celebrated St. Patrick’s Day on the actual St. Patrick Day with a kilt, a checkered hat and a Wichita State University game.
Last weekend, I went on a road trip through Eastern Kansas to gather information and prepare for an upcoming guest blog post.
I’ll tell you about that later…
What I want to talk about now is my Fitbit Charge, and how I’m really really glad I waited through the weekend (full of beer and food I didn’t want to calculate) before considering logging calories consumed and burned.
I put 502.9 miles on my car and racked up more than 41,000 steps in two days. Sounds great, doesn’t it? All those steps!
Unfortunately, my goal alarm buzzed on my wrist after I’d been driving for an hour both times. After the first 10,000 “steps,” getting 9,000 or 12,000 more wasn’t too hard, especially because I was driving for hours and hours and hours.
Fitbit Charge isn’t supposed to track steps when you’re not stepping, and it isn’t supposed to track floors climbed when you’re driving through the Flint Hills.
According to Fitbit Charge, I climbed 393 floors this weekend. Somehow, I’m still walking…
Your tracker is a smart device that has been designed not to pick up your steps in these activities. It has been tested against driving, buses, trains, and other public transportation and should not give you extra steps when you’re traveling. On bumpy roads you may get extra steps but these should not make a big difference in your overall stats.
I’m going to take a guess and say that more than 41,000 steps and nearly 400 floors has affected my overall stats substantially.
So I had to go delete everything, which wasn’t easy.
There’s no way to delete steps and floors. Instead, you have to negate them. Basically, I had to enter “driving” as an activity to remove the extra steps and floors my road trip earned me. Since I don’t exactly remember when I left each location — I was ahead of schedule most of the trip — I had to wing it in how long I was actually driving.
After a few attempts, I’ve settled on about 4,600 steps each day and 10-15 floors each day, which wouldn’t be inaccurate considering most of the locations I stopped at had second and third floors.
Unfortunately, I cannot delete the badges I’ve earned.
I haven’t reached 20,000 steps in a day. I don’t deserve this badge, but I can’t get rid of it.
I guess today is a lesson on how to fix steps and floors climbed and miles traveled on your Fitbit Charge.
Mostly, I’m just a little upset that the tracker didn’t figure out I wasn’t stepping.
To get the most out of your Fitbit Charge, you have to enter certain information manually, such as your calories consumed and burned and how much water you drink and whether or not you slept when you weren’t wearing it.
I did really well at tracking my water and my workouts for the first few weeks. I’d happily drink 64 ounces of water just to tap those little blue cups! I honestly don’t know why it was so satisfying.
Unfortunately, I’m terrible at keeping records of calories consumed and calories burned.
I’m especially terrible at keeping track of calories consumed when I eat food that I make.
Because I made it.
I’m not a nutritionist. I’m not good at calculating these things, but I am trying.
Well, I’m going to try.
Next week. (No one starts things on Fridays.)
Luckily, Fitbit Charge does track steps, floors and sleep automatically. (If it didn’t, no one would buy it.) From what Charge records of my daily activity, I climb a lot of floors just to sit down for hours.
Look at all those floors!
My office is on the third floor in my building, and I climb the stairs at home often enough to make this reality. Today, especially, because the water in my building has been shut off for maintenance and I had to go to a different building to… use water services… and then climb back up to my office.
So. Many. Stairs.
Look at none of those steps… I have only hit 10,000 steps twice in the last 28 days. TWENTY-EIGHT DAYS. Face-to-palm, that’s depressing!
I vaguely recall thinking this would be easy. (Not so vague, actually, I said it.)
Now, I’m swallowing my words.
Getting 10,000 steps a day should not be this difficult, but then I remember that I have an office job, and my office job happily plants me in front of a computer for eight hours a day. I might be a wind storm of picking up, doing chores, cleaning and cooking when I get home, but after it’s all said and done, I sit back down.
One day, I walked around my house at 9 p.m. picking things up one at a time and putting them away just to hit 5,000 steps that day.
What’s worse? My sleeping.
Lately, I’ve had just the worst time falling asleep and getting up in the morning. When once a 5 a.m. wake-up call was doable (still really awful), now a 6 a.m. wake-up call is IMPOSSIBLE.
I hit snooze for days.
Sometimes I do fall asleep quickly. For instance, last night I went to bed at 12:07 a.m. — stayed up too late, I know — but it took me exactly zero minutes to fall asleep.
And I actually remember this! I put my phone down, turned off the light, and then nothing… Usually, I have thoughts roaming around in my brain distracting me from sleeping.
Not last night.
Last night? Done.
Not even a dream (that I can remember).
Now, I also see that I only got five hours and 37 minutes of actual sleep. Red littered throughout the blue timeline noted as restless is just me getting hot, kicking off the covers, getting cold, going to find the covers, getting hot, repeat — all in a fog of still pretty much asleep.
Why was I so tired? Not only because I stayed up too late, but also because of LIVE ACTION BASKETBALL!!!
My dear, sweet, lovely, amazing friends took me to the very first Shocker basketball game I’ve been to since my undergrad at Wichita State University.
I must admit… my husband and I have never celebrated Valentine’s Day.
One year, he sent me flowers Feb. 13 with a note that read “Valentine’s Day is dumb so here’s flowers for the day before.”
Another year, I got him a card Feb. 15 that sang some love song or another that read “Valentine’s Day is dumb so here’s a card for the day after.”
So, in true spirit of our marriage, we made last-minute date night plans for… yesterday.
Our mission: Eat tacos. See Deadpool.
Our success: We got tacos at District Taqueria. I ordered the Chips and Queso I’d fallen in love with during Wichita Restaurant Week, and we each ordered two tacos.
I got the Barbacoa and the Carne Asada. My husband got the Barbacoa and the Pork Carnitas, which I again failed to order.
The tacos were delicous. The service was perfect — seriously amazing service — and we were in-and-out in less than 30 minutes.
Our failure: All showings of Deadpool were sold out.
Because my husband and I have worked weekends and nights, we don’t usually go out on Friday and Saturday nights. Instead, we prefer a nice Tuesday or Thursday date night because there are generally less people everywhere.
At the movie theater last night, I realized I’d forgotten there are actually a lot of people in Wichita.
And they all wanted to see Deadpool, too.
Our day-before-Valentine’s-Day date night might have been a little ruined, but I slept for 12 hours last night and have been working up a storm for the better part of the morning at Reverie Coffee Roasters.
I’m prepping a guest blog post, and I’ll give you a little hint to what it’s about:
Here’s to the road trip I’m about to enjoy most thoroughly and to you, a delightful Valentine’s Day.