I like olives. I like you, too.

I had an OB appointment today and apparently I'm measuring a little ... large.
Like ... full term-ish large.

So I'm having a surprise-attack ultrasound tomorrow morning to get to the bottom of this.
Questions to be answered:
Is there a T-rex inside of me?
Has all of that ice cream finally caught up with me?
Or can I finally, legitimately quote my totally red neck cousin, Case Lary?

I bred me a big 'un (last night) [sic] (& sick).

Here's the feast we prepared for dinner/to absolutely help the situation/feed the parasite inside of me:

Pictured: artichoke & jalapeno dip, roasted garlic hummus, original hummus (hummus-hummus), roasted red pepper hummus, dolmas, tomatoes, feta, OLIVES! MOUNTAINS OF OLIVES!, avocados, tabbouleh/tabouleh/tabouli, tahini, tzatziki, and more flat bread carbohydrates than should be consumed in a week lifetime.

Not pictured: pancakes.

Update soon. 50 days.