I am currently awaiting the delivery of Tamales to my Chicago hotel room.

This really has nothing to do with anything, I’m just not entirely sure I’ll ever be in this particular situation again and I feel it needs to me mentioned, because honestly, has there ever been a time in your life where you were waiting for tamales to come knocking at your hotel door? (Actually I’m hoping the tamales don’t actually knock, because then I’ll probably wake up on a plane realizing I was only dreaming about tamale delivery to a hotel room en route to Chicago.)

Why Chicago?

Butterball, yo. I’m back for a second year learning everything there is to know about preparing the perfect turkey.

Only this year I’m pregnant, so when all the raw turkey prep work goes down in the morning I’ll most likely be huddled in a corner with a roasting pan filling in for my usual bucket. Or not, I have high hopes that even Zofran can get me through the scented terror that will be 20 raw turkeys in one room.

My ears perk at every set of footsteps that go by, maybe those are my tamales! You see, since Zofran hopped on board I’ve been able to eat more food. Even enjoy it on occasion. However I’m finding that after losing 12 pounds thus far (boo) my body is attempting to make up for lost fluids with intense salt cravings.


If I could find salt flavored salt I would spread it on bacon, wrap it around pickles and dip the whole mess in fry sauce. I had to physically restrain myself from drinking a twee dipping bowl of leftover soy sauce after lunch. (Turns out my California Roll craving was simply a craving for an efficient soy sauce delivery method.)

I’ve also been able to keep down much more fluids. Which means that instead of the fluids coming back out the way they came in, they’re coming out the way they’re supposed to come out which means I am back to that pregnant lady stereotype of having to pee every 15 minutes, give or take. Let’s just say if I had to pay per flush? We’d be eating nothing but squash all winter, and last I checked there’s no such thing as salt squash.

I can honestly tell you it’s much more enjoyable being the stereotype (PEE! PICKLES!) than it is being the sob story (barf. IVs.)

My tamales are here and they beg my full attention. I hope you are well. I know a lot of you (me included) are gearing up for a long cold winter full of Seasonal Affective Disorder. Pull out those SAD lights, make sure they’re ready for when the gloomies hit. A couple of you have had miscarriages. I hope you’re being well taken care of. One of you (that I know of) is going through Lupron hell. Some of you are going through divorces. Some of you are just having a crappy time because for some reason all the crap in the world hit you square in the face.

I hope you know that even if I don’t know you (or even if I do), I have a special little place in my heart for you. It’s lit with glittery holiday lights and there’s comfy pillows all over the place. You’re always welcome there. Because I know you’ve opened your hearts up to me when I’m not doing so well for whatever reason, it would be selfish not to do the same when I’m doing so well for the moment.



  1. @Tricia, The food network is going to feature it and I am going to be rich I tell you.

  2. I couldn’t stop eating salt, either.

    Fortunately (depending on how you look at it) I never threw up once during either of my pregnancies, so all that salt resulted in a 50 lb weight gain, which (other than the whole baby package part of course) resided primarily in my ankles and my feet, which swelled up so much that you could see them turn white from the pressure when i “bent them back” far enough to have them flat on the floor while standing. That, and the swollen nose thing was probably related.
    It kinda sucked. But I was wise to it the second time around so it wasn’t quite as bad. And…. no IVs.

    But boy can I feel ya on those salt cravings.

  3. It took me almost 35 years to eat a tamale. I didn’t think I’d like them. I have a lot of lost time to make up for. You have me craving pickle juice now. I can’t decide between bread and butter or regular dill. 😀 Enjoy Chicago. I miss it so much, especially at this time of year.

  4. ooh great now I’m craving tamales, with sour cream and guacamole, rice and beans on the side……and I’m not even pregnant… yet.

    Hope they are yummy!

  5. You’re sounding gooooooood today.

    So, this place with teh comfy pillows… will you have tamales there? Because I think I need to come chill for a week or twelve.

  6. you realize I’m gonna have to hold a garage sale in November and sell a bunch of stuff to buy you copious amounts of Zofran to get you through the long winter.

    Don’t think I wont. Because I will…

  7. Glad you are feeling better…hope the meds keep working! Enjoy your pregnancy as much as you when you can.

  8. I’m supposed to be writting my observation paper for my Human Development class right now, instead I am doing what I do best, procrastinating!

    Oh Zofran, how I love thee! I feel that I must hold a moment of silence in honor of such a miracle drug!! I too took that with my eldest daughter. It was the most miraculous prescription ever written in my name!

    And on the note of seasonal depression, BLAH!! I think I need to try and get my insurance to pay for me to move where it is sunny 24/7-365! I would do fantastic. I am not looking forward to the snowfall that is about to happen. I am hoping this winter is a tad bit different since I am taking Karate. Maybe it will be helpful that my blood will be pumping through my veins at a higher rate then if I were curled up under my covers.

    I wrote a paper for my marriage and family relations class on Post Partum Depression, got a 100% BTW, anyways, the hardest part about emotions I believe is that they are internal, they are individual; it’s not like you can see them like a cut and now exactly how to fix it.

    Thanks for always sharing and I too hope that your Tamales were all that your cravings made them out to be!

  9. Maybe it’s just one of those days and I’m usually a lurker refusing to comment, but knowing that the nameless people who read your blog are in your mind and thoughts makes the world seem like a little bit brighter of a place. Not completely glowy yet, but give me some time, and maybe I’ll regain enough faith in humanity to see the glow again. 🙂

  10. i literally just smiled out loud for you. you know what i mean? a smile that is so happy it almost laughs, but doesn’t? anyway–i’m glad to hear you here. even if for this day, but i hope for many more. i never felt this with my pregnancies, though i pray that i can have one more and feel this!

  11. I am SO GLAD the Zofran is working and you can eat!! Speaking of soy sauce, I did a review last Thanksgiving for Kikkoman where I brined a turkey overnight in a water/soy sauce brine, and oh man was it good. If you’re a soy sauce fan you should try it!

    And yes, I’m looking over my shoulder out my picture window, bright blue sky, sunshine, and dreading January and February. Even with Effexor, winter is hard. Thanks for the good thoughts 🙂 xoxo

  12. Um yeah, my doc suggested a SAD light. I classify that in the category I list aerobics video DVDs — even though I can do it alone, I still feel oddly exposed. Why is that? Does this even make sense? (LOL)