Last year on thanksgiving I was thirty six weeks pregnant with my daughter. I remember going to our family get togethers and feeling quite self conscious of my enormous pregnant belly. My daughter missed out on last year’s thanksgiving by three weeks, but this year she most certainly made her presence known.
She began her first thanksgiving giggling and playing on the bed waking me up from my slumber. She very decidedly let me know that she was done sleeping and wanted to go downstairs. Apparently she was really hungry because she ate twice as much egg yolk than she usually eats. After I had gotten our dessert made to take over to grandma and grandpa’s for thanksgiving, I got her clothes (and her brother’s) together to dress her for the day. She was very much against the idea of taking off her pajamas and putting on her clothes. She even went so far as to take her shirt off after I finally got it on her. She did not want to wear her boots or her hat but I snuck them on her once she was asleep in the car.
As luck would have it she was asleep when we arrived at grandma and grandpa’s house. In addition to my husband’s sister and brothers (and parents), there were a number of extended family members in attendance as well. Many of them had not seen her since the early summer and were shocked to see how much she had grown since they had seen her last. I knew that it would be interesting to see how she would react to all the new faces, especially when she would be waking up in an unfamiliar place. As several relatives peered into the infant carseat, no one could have guessed what my sleeping daughter had in store for them …
(To be continued …)