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Thanksgiving 1976 I was eating up a storm. My baby was due in 2 weeks but that Thanksgiving Day I ate at Grandma's house for lunch and my plate was loaded. I ate dinner at my parents house and again my plate was loaded. Two hours later I was eating roasted peanuts like they were going out of style. My hubby could not get over how much food I had consumed that day. Guess what? The next day my son was born. There was no more room for food and baby.

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