Books & Family

We spent most of the weekend hanging out with our respective families.

Friday was my last day at work and it FLEW by. I didn't have kids in my room cause they were setting up for the holiday program, so I shuffled all of mine over to the 4's classroom and helped them set up. I went back that evening to direct my kids in singing, "Jingle Bells". They were all dressed up in hats and mittens and had little sticks with bells on them. It was adorable. I snuck out as to not get trapped by the parents that were hanging around and came home to relax with Brian.

Saturday evening we went out to dinner with Brian's Mom, his mom's boyfriend, aunt, uncle, sister and his sister's boyfriend. I guess in some respects I am still shy with that family. Not in small groups or one on one, but in a large group setting I don't ever really know what to say or what to talk about. Most of the dinner conversation is directed around the baby. Part of that is because Brian is the most talkative and part of that is because it's the most interesting thing going on at the moment.

I had an "omg" moment at the table with Brian's sister. I got 4x6 copies of Davin's ultrasound photos made and gave them to his sister and his mom in holiday cards. She was looking at the photo and talking to me (which never happens, btw) about how big he is and stuff like that. She asked me exactly how far along I was and once I responded, said, "Oh, wow. You should start showing soon then."

I just started praying she meant something else cause I was dumbfounded.

On the other hand, when we went to my mom's for dinner last night, she couldn't stop oogling me and telling me how big I am. Comparing me to how big she was when she delivered (which I know is NOT the case, cause she was HUGE with my little sister). I know my mom has good intentions and she's only coming at it from the perspective I'm short waisted- and not fat. I've only gained 4lbs!

I got to see my nephew last night and he gave me an adorable photo of himself for Christmas. I am just amazed every time I see him how big he is. It's starting to kind of sink in for him that he's going to actually have a cousin (finally!) and his first one (one either side). He seemed pretty excited it's a boy and told me "he'll share all his toys".

I realized yesterday that in an effort to keep some of my relationships on a brutually honest level, I might come off a little insensitive sometimes when I don't even realize it. I'm lucky my friends put up with it, cause I probably have made a few (or all of them) angry. Fortunately though, I am not that honest with most....because I know they'd never get it.

I also realized how absolutely lucky I am to have all the love and support that I do. I saw someone in a contrasting situation in her pregnancy. Sometimes I don't take the time to see that I really have it better than most.