Beginning of Thanksgiving was the HAMILTON TRIP!
Lesson learned: Never ride a bus for longer than 10 minutes. We left after school on Friday at 4 and got into Chicago at like 2 a.m. No no never again.
First lunch - Chicago Pizza! Yes, thank you, please.
If there are words to describe how great this experience was -- I'm sure someone else more eloquent has written them. I cried and cried and still cried later when I got home and listened to the music again. A tiny bit of drama of a drunk ass yelling in the middle of the play, but nothing could ruin this night.
SO cold. Not moving to Chicago.
Sunday night, after a day of touring / sleeping in museums, free time until leaving = adult time, bye kids. Oh and earlier that day Joe and I feel asleep in the lobby of the modern art institute. When we woke up, an Asian couple walked up and asked if we were part of an exhibit. "No, we fell asleep."
The adults ate and drank adult things and my fam stopped by to say hey. All weekend I was like,
"Do I tell Carly now? Do I tell Bet now? Nah, stick to the plan of wait until Thanksgiving and I'll just call Carly." -- b/c I wasn't quite ready to tell teacher friends.
What actually happened:
Small talk, Chicago, blah blah, Hamilton, yap yap.
Conversation pause.
Carly: I'm pregnant
Me: Silent, wide-eyed and then "Me too"
Lots of squealing- especially from Bet.
Finally the boys catch on to what just happened and more laughing, loud story telling and photos.
Lots of happiness.
Needless to say, the teacher friends found out. Less secrets. Much better.
Drove all night and thankfully had the whole break to recover.
Kitty life - unchanged by new pregnant owner.
They have their favorites.
Finally started calling people during the break and telling them.
End of the break wen to Meridian. Dylan had blurted it out to Matthew on the phone b/c he thought he already knew since Dylan already knew about Carly.
Matthew and Menton are pretty strong to this Thanksgiving memory b/c a) They were some of the last of that family to find out but mainly b) they came over to see Dad and he fell - or almost fell - when he tried to stand up. Matthew caught him.
Low blood pressure and the beginning of the weakening of my dad.
I'll wait until we leave Meridian to cry about it.
Friday, we all went down to south Mississippi to "The Old Place"
Grandpa redid his old family home, where he was born along with his 9 other siblings.
Florian, Percy, June bug, I can't name them all.
This side of the family never does stuff like this. It was great.
Dad came down for lunch with grandpa. It was hard for me not to be sad to see him interact with my cousins kids. And watching my uncle Mike be a grandpa. One time he was pretending to squish baby Helen against the fridge. Who is going to pretend to squish my baby against a fridge?
Waterworks start once we are out of the driveway.
So we call some more people to tell them I'm pregnant. It sort of helps but when I start crying, Joe cries and he is just totally wiped out from crying... I feel like it's just become another thing I do.
Oxford Xmas parade. Year 2 for the blackjack sailing float.
Her head on his arm. <3
This is like week 14. There is no bump. I thought there was.
Looks like I'm just showing off my ab workout results.
6 days later (and not first thing in the morning) - more of a bump.
We left this day to go to Tishimingo state park with friends. But then Sat. I started feeling bad and couldn't breathe and was panicking that I was sick and wouldn't be able to come home
to see Dad at Xmas and we gotta go back to Oxford bye.
Xmas present for Dixie's daughter - not from us. We were just the elves.
Really, I just didn't take many Xmas pictures. Too sad.
Why bother?
Xmas picture I took #1 - Matthew's paper crown broke
Xmas pic #2 - someone else took.
Xmas also entailed: Shaving the rest of Dad's hair off. Buying tattoos to stick on his head.
Not crying as much when we left. Oh and purchasing a humidifier b/c my sinuses are all crazy and it's pregnancy's fault.
Charley and Katie got a Griswald size tree. It fell like 3 times.
Putting Santa stuff together for Keith.
"Emily, this time next year you'll have a BABY?!"
Me: Maybe.
I enter full on doom's day prep mode.
No one is guaranteed a healthy baby.
At some point I have my 16 week apt. over Xmas.
Nothing wrong so far.
But still.
Sabatier Xmas morning. We gave no gifts this year. It was lovely.
I am now Scrooge and the Grinch.
Ann Marie's baby did not come and did not come.
Then it did... He. Then HE did. I'm really bad at itting all over babies.
We took a side bump pic. But - there's just nothing there worth calling a bump on me.
Ann Marie is way past the bump stage. Full on 9 pound beach ball in there.
I made it to Jackson 1 night. Anna doesn't take bump pics but this is me and her pregnant together.
Breakfast with the best. But this trip is when I started to wonder if I should talk to someone.
Talk of baby names and baby showers only induced anxiety.
Several levels.
1) What if something is / goes wrong with baby
2) Mom will not be able to come to anything
3) My dad has cancer and what if what if what IF
But hey there's a new baby in town so that's happy.
Banner Stanton.
Rain on homecoming day means Joe and Emily get super creative with decorations.
Linda and Sue helped.
This was actually New Year's eve day. Joe did the cups.
Linda made that bow from a table cloth.
NYE was not at our house for the 1st time 2 yeas. We got dressed up and went to Ajax.
I wore a shiny top, struggled to stay awake and then gave in to dancing
to Whitney Houston.
Took no pics. Again, why bother? But hopefully I'm coming out of that phase.
I took this pic once in bed:
"Joe we gotta have something to remember NYE by."
If only I thought 2017 was going to be better.
If only I thought anything was going to be ok.
If only I could just not think.
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