It may not have been easy, but it could have been worse. The tour of Thanksgiving dinners was survived...
We start at my dad's side of the family who live in the country. It's always full of people since I have 13 cousins on that side. My dad was actually there this year and on good behavior which is a rare occasion. The family played horseshoes, checked out Grandpa's new chickens (not kidding), and of course ate turkey.
Then we moved on to my mom's side of the family. She was an only child and my grandparents have passed away, so now it's just her aunt, uncle and cousin. My cousin has a 1-year-old so we were able to spend some time with him. At house #2, we discussed how my uncle shot the turkey in the back and we were even shown pictures of the poor turkey we were eating. By this point I am getting extremely full and tired of turkey.
House #3: Aaron's family. By far the classiest house we go to on Thanksgiving, we even use china. (The other two houses use paper plates.) My mother in law had scratched her eye while in the shower before we got there, so she wasn't able to open one eye. Made for some great jokes, but nevertheless, Aaron and I went to his vet clinic to get her some eye drops. She eventually felt better and we ate. Turkey. Again.
I can't tell you how many times people tell us that we're not eating enough, or we must not like their food. We ate at 1 pm, 3 pm, and 6 pm. Do the math, people. Our metabolism can't possibly keep up with that. It's like we're in a traveling turkey-eating-competition. And a person can only eat so much turkey.
Point of this whole story is that not one person mentioned the miscarriage or the infertility. And even better no one asked when we were going to have kids. That's the blessing of telling everyone about our problems. I didn't have to deal with stupid questions! Of course I was sad. The thought was never too far from me that I should be pregnant. And I am sure hoping that next year I will be. Maybe then I'll be able to eat more of their stupid turkey...
*Catie- your message that you sent me a couple of posts ago was incredible. It brought tears to my eyes. You have been such a positive, uplifting support for me through this. And I can't thank you enough for your friendship. Your joy would never cause me pain... You are such an amazing person and I am SO glad Robbie married you!
We start at my dad's side of the family who live in the country. It's always full of people since I have 13 cousins on that side. My dad was actually there this year and on good behavior which is a rare occasion. The family played horseshoes, checked out Grandpa's new chickens (not kidding), and of course ate turkey.
Then we moved on to my mom's side of the family. She was an only child and my grandparents have passed away, so now it's just her aunt, uncle and cousin. My cousin has a 1-year-old so we were able to spend some time with him. At house #2, we discussed how my uncle shot the turkey in the back and we were even shown pictures of the poor turkey we were eating. By this point I am getting extremely full and tired of turkey.
House #3: Aaron's family. By far the classiest house we go to on Thanksgiving, we even use china. (The other two houses use paper plates.) My mother in law had scratched her eye while in the shower before we got there, so she wasn't able to open one eye. Made for some great jokes, but nevertheless, Aaron and I went to his vet clinic to get her some eye drops. She eventually felt better and we ate. Turkey. Again.
I can't tell you how many times people tell us that we're not eating enough, or we must not like their food. We ate at 1 pm, 3 pm, and 6 pm. Do the math, people. Our metabolism can't possibly keep up with that. It's like we're in a traveling turkey-eating-competition. And a person can only eat so much turkey.
Point of this whole story is that not one person mentioned the miscarriage or the infertility. And even better no one asked when we were going to have kids. That's the blessing of telling everyone about our problems. I didn't have to deal with stupid questions! Of course I was sad. The thought was never too far from me that I should be pregnant. And I am sure hoping that next year I will be. Maybe then I'll be able to eat more of their stupid turkey...
*Catie- your message that you sent me a couple of posts ago was incredible. It brought tears to my eyes. You have been such a positive, uplifting support for me through this. And I can't thank you enough for your friendship. Your joy would never cause me pain... You are such an amazing person and I am SO glad Robbie married you!
I'm glad your day turned out well... We didn't even get to eat turkey.. Our oven decided to quit working and we ended up eating at Golden Corral... and my poor mom was so upset, she just wanted a nice dinner for everyone.. We endend up throwing a 20lb turkey away.. sad considering there are people with no food..
ReplyDeleteI was kind of sad myself... Thinking it was weird not having Art there and that Paige should have been here as well... I am really dreading Christmas.. I miss you so much..
Love Jenn
Wow, what a turkey marathon! I'm sort of glad DH's and my families live four hours a part so we can just go to one celebration and stay there instead of doing a turkey tour.
ReplyDeleteGlad you survived thanksgiving and no one probed you guys on your reproductive plans.
So much turkey!!!
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