The Hot Pocket won out.
But only because I'm having the Snickers bar for my after-after-lunch treat! HOLLA!
Based on the way I'm eating it'll be amazing if this baby doesn't come out a 13 year old boy who relies on the glow of the video game screen to let him know what the outside looks like, and then gets up and microwaves himself another Hot Pocket.
In other news, I haven't gained more than 30 pounds which is AMAZING considering the way I'm eating. Also, I think the doctor's scale is lying to me, because although it says I'm not any bigger, the shirt I could wear a week ago no longer fits. Instead it exposes the underside of my belly, like I'm a fifty-nine year old man at a NASCAR race who still thinks his community college t-shirt fits, and insists his push-ups are totally working.
Two weeks and two days left! (Not that I'm counting) I have a feeling I can eat a lot of Hot Pockets in that amount of time. According to the updates, the baby is now the size of Swiss Chard. From a cantelope to a stalk of weird lettuce-like stuff? I plan on hunting down the master writer of these food-baby comparison updates and pelting her with the assorted garden items for clearly being drunk when she wrote them.
Until then I have an ice cream bar the size of my face to eat! Yay!