Skip to main content

Survive Thanksgiving: Check

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!

Comments

  1. 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..
    I 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

    ReplyDelete
  2. 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.

    Glad you survived thanksgiving and no one probed you guys on your reproductive plans.

    ReplyDelete

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Meet Our Little Miracle, Paisley Kate

The post I have been waiting 2 years to write is finally here and I can't really believe it. On Saturday, I woke up at 8:30 a.m. with BAD contractions. By the 2nd one, I knew I was in "real" labor. They were SO different than the braxton-hicks. I got out of bed and decided that I'd take a bath, until water ran down both legs. The pain after that got pretty unbearable immediately and I was having contractions every 2 1/2 to 3 minutes. So, I called Aaron at work to tell him it was "the big day". He decided I was kidding until I nearly leapt through the phone to wring his neck. :) We got to the hospital an hour later and I was dilated to a 4 and having very active contractions. They quickly got me moved to an L&D room. I got my epidural ( AMAZING - we'll talk about this in its own post soon) at a 6 and then my doctor broke my water. (Apparently at home, it had just leaked a pocket of fluid). After he broke my water, labor started picking up ...

Blogging Failure

The fact that I blog less than I exercise is not a good sign.  I miss you all.  And I'm glad to be where I'm at because the problem is that my cup runneth over.  Life is crazy.  The kids are growing and becoming real people and exploring and I'm still struggling to figure out how to parent a VERY challenging 3-year-old. Dear Paisley is actually quite a joy to raise.  She is spunky and energetic and funny.  We desperately struggle to stifle our laughter as we discipline her for things that I never expected her to do or say.  She is the center of attention and loves her baby brother like there's no tomorrow.  I've never met a more opinionated and divalicious child though.  She picks every piece of clothing she wears, which toy she brings in the car, exactly what she is willing to eat, how her hair is fixed, which door she uses to get in the car, etc.  I hear you out there judging me.  I would have to until I gave birth to Whitney ...

The Resurrection

 So here we are.  It's now a blog graveyard.  The followers have long since moved on and infertility is something that I've somewhat put in the past (only considering I don't want any more kids).  So why am I here and writing again?  What's the purpose?   This was my safe place.  It was where I came when everything seemed much too hard and I needed to feel comfort.  I wanted to express myself in a venue that others would reassure me and even understand me.  I still love and have always loved this blog.  It guided me during some of the hardest years of my life, dealing with infertility and miscarriage. And you know... I guess it will help me again now.  Because life is freaking TOUGH.  You know the phrase "I've went through Hell and back"?  Yeah, I feel that in my soul now.  I could have a blowout in the middle lane of the highway during rush hour traffic, manage to pull over my car on the side and call for roadsi...