Last year hubs and I started our own tradition of staying at home for Christmas. Possibly the most challenging part of this is that we feel obligated to spend some time around Christmas with each of our extended families. Essentially it means that we will be traveling four consecutive weekends between Thanksgiving and Christmas gatherings. It's not big travel because all of the trips are less than three hours one way, but it still wears on us, and falls at a really busy time of year for me job wise.
Anyway we had Christmas with hubs' parents, brother, sister-in-law, and the kids last weekend. It was fun, for the most part. It was nice to see everybody and spend quality time with them, give gifts, and get some gifts too. Probably the highlight was playing a game of pick up basketball with our 12 year old niece where she beat me badly (and I was actually trying). I used to be a pretty decent basketball player....
Hands down, the worst part was a get together guest that I wasn't expecting. Remember the friend's baby shower that hubs RSVP'd to without consulting me first? That couple and their baby were there. I could tell by the look on hubs' face that he was completely surprised too. The look can roughly be translated as "oh shit, how's she going to react?" Hubs brother has a pretty big house so I was able to duck out of conversations revolving around growing, feeding, puking, pooping, sleeping, and the like. Especially with what happened on Friday and my resulting semi-fragile emotional state, I thought that I handled this little surprise as well as I could.
This coming weekend we'll go and have Christmas with my family, weekend three of four on the road. I'm looking forward to it. This will also probably be the last time that I see my pregnant sister while she is still pregnant. It's been a long 20 (consecutive) months with at least one sister pregnant. Only two more to go!
I'm woefully behind on doing my monthly reading posts. I think that at this point I'll just wait and do a big year end reading post to summarize everything that I read in October, November, and December.
I experienced my first night sweat other night. Now, I thought I'd been having night sweats for a while. I've been waking up sweaty at night for a while now and I honestly thought that was night sweats. I've never been one to sweat profusely so I thought that was it. Yeah. Not so much. I woke up drenched. My night shirt and the sheets were soaked. Disgusting. I literally don't know if I've ever sweat so much in my life. So far I haven't had a second episode and I won't be disappointed if it doesn't happen again for a while. I need to write a post about peri-menopause but I can't seem to find the words to say what I want to say. Or, more specifically, the emotional part of peri-menopause. The physical part is annoying, but mostly I can deal. But the emotional part is far harder, and I'm just not sure how to write about that. It's like infertility is unfair enough, but to go through this crap a decade plus earlier than average is just hard. It just feels like one more way to make me different from my peer group. Ugh.
I'm so excited that it's almost Christmas and that I get a few weeks off to catch up on things. This fall has been crazy.