This weekend is going to be a very busy one for us. On Friday, the LP are going for a three-hour visit at daycare and then will be having a sleepover at Grammy and Grandpa's house while Auntie K, Auntie J and I revive our traditional "Sisters And Misters" evening of beverages with Daddy, Uncle L and Uncle M. For several years we would attend a local establishment after Thanksgiving dinner and find creative ways to get home at the end of the night (the pizza delivery man, paying some random guy $20 to drive us home, etc). We're bringing it back this year but this time we are going to Octoberfest in Kitchener-Waterloo and this time we have already made arrangements for staying over. I am very much looking forward to this because the last time I went to Octoberfest, I was pregnant with LP1 and obviously I was not raising a beer in toast to the oom-pa-pah music. In fact, it marked the last time I was able to wear normal person jeans before giving in and wearing maternity clothes. You may not know this, but in the earlyish days of pregnancy, right as you are starting to develop a tiny bump, pants that fit you in the morning absolutely do not fit you at night. So my much-beloved jeans at the time were fine when we left the house but by the end of the night I had to undo them because they were making an indent on my belly. I began to worry that the baby would be born with a button-shaped dent in his or her head and I decided it was time to get into the maternity pants. This is when I learned one of the more wonderful secrets of pregnancy: maternity pants are probably the most comfortable pants in the world. No other clothing is as supportive, flexible and comfortable...well, until the end of pregnancy when everything irritates you and you have like, one outfit you love and you cry when it is laundry day (or at least I did). But getting back to those jeans...they were my favourite. After LP1 was born and I was pregnant with LP2, I became convinced I would never, ever fit into them again and I ended up donating them because I didn't want to see these too-small jeans, mocking me in my closet. I am happy to say that I will be returning to Octoberfest this year in the same size, although in a different and far less superior pair.
What am I talking about? Oh, right, our weekend. So you know about Friday. On Saturday we will have Thanksgiving dinner with my side of the family at Grammy and Grandpa's house. My Uncle B is retiring after 30 years as a doctor and my Auntie M is hosting a retirement dinner for him on Sunday at a restaurant in...somewhere. I should probably fish out the invitation and figure out where. And on Monday we are having Thanksgiving dinner with Daddy's side of the family at Auntie S and Uncle J's house. I bet that come Tuesday, I will not be able to fit into my previously mentioned jeans, particularly if Daddy's Auntie M makes her world-famous trifle. I'm drooling at the thought of it. Although this will be a busy weekend, we will be surrounded by family and that is something I am very thankful for.