5 posts tagged “family”
I had Thanksgiving at my family's house today (my mother's father). They have opted to have their Thanksgiving get together on the Saturday after Thanksgiving to avoid the tug-of-war on Thanksgiving day of everyone trying to visit all the relatives. I really like this system.
Again, it was a really good day. I even got a compliment from one of my relatives about how peaceful the day was in spite of there being five kids five years old and under (my kids and my brother's kids). It was a peaceful day.
I saw this perspective meme-- at Heidi's blog and thought I'd give it a go. I had to write out the years to keep it all straight in my head.
2008 One week ago --
I was getting ready for Thanksgiving
Looking forward to my husband having a week off from work
2007 One year ago --
I was three months pregnant with Emma.
2006 Two years ago --
I was five months pregnant with Micah.
I had just found out that I was having a boy.
We had recently decided to move into our current house.
2005
2004
2003 Five years ago --
I was six months pregnant with Joel.
2002
2001
2000
1999
1998 Ten years ago --
I was engaged to my husband.
It pretty much hits all the highlights and glosses right over the years of infertility. Until I did this, I didn't realize I was already five years removed from the thick of it. I don't understand it all, to look at this I look like the most fertile person ever, baby after baby after baby. And maybe I am now, I don't know, but those years of infertility and a miscarriage are seared on my consciousness. It changed how I conceptualized my family and the world around me. I'd like to think, and I guess I do believe that I am a better person having gone through it, but even believing that, I can't say that I would ever choose for myself or anyone else to have to go through years of infertility.
Share a photo of your commute.
This is the hallway from my bedroom to my living room. You'll notice some tools of my trade along the way: a baby gate, a few Little People and at the end you'll see my youngest baby. Also, notice all the doors are closed. That's a toddler (my oldest baby) precaution. That's my commute.