An epic trek calls for an epic beard, and I like to think that this man started out his EBC journey as a completely clean-shaven young boy. I feel your pain, sir! This has been a rough two weeks!

Although on me, what grew wasn't my beard - it was my stomach.

After training for over a year for this trek, my abs were quite prominent, if I do say so myself. In fact, early on, one of the most difficult things about the tea house lodgings in Nepal was that there were no large mirrors for me to constantly check the status of my abs every hour on the hour, like I usually did at home.

However, about a week into the trek, the altitude had caused my stomach to swell up like a bowling ball. So even though Kimby was THE ONE LACTATING, it was me who looked pregnant. It was very upsetting, and I issued a decree across the entire land that I only be photographed from the nipple up until my altitude baby was born/aborted.

I'm telling you, my stomach was so prominent that I was half expecting people to start treating me like some kind of miracle, and leading us around back to their mangers, proud to host the first ever male pregnancy wonderment. And actually, maybe that's why I was constantly being given bizarre and tasteless food at the tea houses... were they looking out for my unborn baby?

That's got to be what all that GARLIC SOUP was about...