How's that for an original title?
This hasn't exactly been the week I was hoping for. I've spent most of it having an awful relapse of this horrible congestion, can't-breathe-through-my-nose, cough thing and the worst part of it, is that I'm not able to sleep through it all. So I've spent the week exhausted going on maybe 2 or 3 hours of sleep each night with a full day on my plate the next day. It's been disappointing to say the least.
Last night, I think I got about five and a half hours of sleep and it's amazing how five and a half hours of sleep can feel amazing when you only had two the night before. But I heard that having chronic congestion is actually quite common during pregnancy. Isn't that just dandy.
Needless to say, my Thanksgiving wasn't bad, but it was sort of blah - mostly because I was feeling blah.
And it started out with a bang the eve of Thanksgiving day when I attempted to make my own pie crusts on about three hours of sleep. My tiredness affected my brain so much so, that I ended up adding triple the amount of shortening to the recipe for the crusts which of course, made them fall apart. I managed to do this twice without knowing what I had done wrong. This proceeded in a full on melt-down and my poor husband wrestled the crowds at the grocery store to bring home some ready-made crusts. I had finally realized my shortening error by that point, but was feeling so defeated that I surrendered to Pillsbury, put the ready-made dough in my pie pan, and called it a day.
Before the meal, Poppy read the Thanksgiving proclamation. We sat down to eat which took about twenty minutes - even though the meal had taken over a day to prepare. I suppose the biggest disappointment of the day was that as a family, we made no time to go around and talk about what we were thankful for. What's Thanksgiving if we're not thankful? *sigh*
In the back of my mind all day was our sweet little blessing. The very active boy growing inside me. And even though I don't know what the future will look like and all that will change or stay the same with his arrival, this time next year, he will be with us. And I can't wait.