Before I get to my recipe for this week, how about I update you a little on Fetus XX/XY?
Fetus XX/XY is swimming comfortably in my wombgarden. I can feel his/her little nudges now. The doctor says my uterus has reached my belly button (just in case you were wondering where my uterus is these days.) The heartbeat was 145 beats a minute, which means the baby is a boy or a girl, according to Downstairs Doc. He's such a smart alec!
Despite my rigorous exercise regimen, I gained a whopping 7 pounds of baby love last month. I think that might have been due to the second dinner I added to my daily menu of breakfast, snack, lunch #1, lunch #2, dinner, and snack. I've been seriously hungry! Since I lost a pound at last my visit, my grand total weight gain so far is 6 pounds. (Plus a few pounds I gained before my first doctor's appointment - but that's between me and big, fat bum. Shhhh.) One day I did step aerobics and then a pregnancy workout tape cause I felt so guilty about over-indulging. That night my back hurt so badly I almost couldn't walk upright. I've cut down to one workout tape a day and all is well.
And that's your preggo update for today.
How about a delicious, whole grain, your-bum-will-love-you, summer salad recipe??
Greek Pasta Salad
2/3 of a 12 oz. package of whole wheat salad rotini
1 medium cucumber, coarsely chopped
1/4 lb. (4 oz.) feta cheese, crumbled (I used reduced fat)
1/2 cup ripe, pitted olives, halved
1/2 cup sliced green onions (I skipped cause I hate green onions)
1/4 cup extra virgin olive oil
1/4 cup white vinegar
1 tablespoon dehydrated parsley flakes
1 clove garlic
1 tablespoon oregano
1/2 teaspoon salt
1/4 teaspoon pepper
2-3 tomatoes, cut into wedges
Prepare rotini according to package directions; drain, rinse with cold water, and drain thoroughly again. Combine rotini, cucumber, fata cheese, olives, and onions. Blend together with oil, vinegar, parsley, garlic, oregano, salt and pepper; pour over rotini and toss gently to blend. Chill several hours. Garnish with tomato wedges before serving. Makes approximately 5 cups.
I serve this with grilled chicken breast for a perfect spring/summer meal.
And, of course, some music to celebrate all that junk,
the new 7 pounds of junk inside my trunk . . .<>
The part where they sing about milky, milky cocoa puffs makes me hungry. ha!
C'mon, open up your windows, blast "My Humps", dance around your kitchen, and make your neighbors wish they were cooking at your house.
I seriously think this song has the most inappropriately hysterical lyrics ever!!!!
Imagine the writer of this song, "Hey mom, I wrote a song that's gonna be on the radio. It's called My Humps. Wanna hear the words? You would be so proud of me."
ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha
It is so terrible but I can't help but dance to it!