Thanksgiving & The After Party

*This blog is kind of my online journal...and this entry contains a lot of barf....since that is what I've been doing recently.  I do apologize.*

Now that the world knows my big and glorious secret (I'm totally knocked up), I can confess that the holidays so far have been kind of a bust for me personally.  But that doesn't mean that I didn't have a good time with my family and friends.

For Thanksgiving, we (the Grant Anderson kids and spouses) were invited to my Uncle Brian's house for festivities.

After personally having a glorious morning of barfing into the bushes in my yard, in front of Aaron, my brother, and some neighbors ("It's 11am....is that lady drunk already?"), we headed off to my uncle's house.

The food was amazing and the company was exquisite.  We got to sit at the "kids' table" with my cousins....all of us were 19 and older...but it felt like the kids table since we were devoid of parents.  We talked and laughed for hours while we ate.  Well...they ate.  I nibbled and tried to take it easy.  But not on the jello....I ate lots of jello.

I took zero pictures since I was spending my time sitting and trying to remain as still as possible.  So you don't get any visuals.  But if I did, you would have gotten pictures of all of us laughing and telling stories with very animated gestures.  It was a wonderful day

The next day was my Thanksgiving After Party.  For the pasted two months I've had this thought in my head, "I'm sure I will be feeling better by next week."  I would keep planning parties...because that is how I celebrate the holidays....and I would have to cancel them since I couldn't get the house clean or activities put together or food prepared....or get out of bed.

I tried to take Friday morning really slow so that I would be able to enjoy the party.  But I still spent it with a bucket.  Most of the time, I was in the middle of having a conversation with my brother.  Finally in exasperation he said, "What are you throwing up!?!  You haven't eaten anything yet!!!"

Because of the constant barfing, Aaron and Markus did EVERYTHING to get ready for the party.  Aaron made the stuffing, got the turkey in the oven, cleaned the house up, and started preparing everything that we would be eating.  Markus helped Aaron with anything he needed.  They even made my mother's eggnog that I love so much.

I got off the couch ONCE to take pictures of the food and the lovely hands that prepared it....so that I at least documented a tiny portion of the day.

I hope you enjoyed.  Those are the only pictures of the day. And they are all excellent quality images also.

My favorite people came over to celebrate.  Michelle, Daniel, and Leo Harnish showed up for the main party which was actually perfect because that was about all the people that I could handle.  At the end of the day Geoff, Clarise, and Kaitlyn came and we celebrated again.

Again, tons of talking and tons of fun.  Michelle was great to talk to about pregnancy.  It is amazing how different my perceptions of pregnancy are now that I've made it a third of the way into a pregnancy.  I can understand pregnant people on a level that I didn't even realize that I was missing out on.

When I tell people who haven't been pregnant that Aaron's breathing makes me gag...they don't get it.  They think his breath is bad.  His breath isn't bad....but the air that is coming out of his lungs....has a smell or something that I can't deal with.  But Michelle, totally gets it.

Leo is still scared of my dogs...which I totally get.  They are small and they move fast and knock into things while they are spazzing out.  I would want to avoid them at his size too.  So the puppies spent the day in their rooms feeling sorry for themselves.

Geoff, Clarise, and Kaitlyn distracted me with Youtube videos and let me relax on the couch.

And Clarise FINALLY got to see me throw up.  I think that she thought that I was making it all up or something.  It also makes her happy to know that my body has got hormones happening.  She laughs at my pain.  But I'm glad that I could give her an early Christmas present.

That was my holiday.  I kept nothing in me the whole two days.  I lost two pounds.  But I got to visit with people and talk about my baby dreams and laugh and have a great time.  So I guess this holiday was a success.