A few days before Christmas, baby #2 decided to start making Mommy feel really yucky all of the time, making Christmas only semi-enjoyable for our family. Here’s a run-down of what we did because if I don’t record this, I’ll feel bad for the rest of my life.
On Christmas Eve Eve, we decided to take Miles to see the lights at the zoo. And since we had snow a few days before, it was cold. Very cold. But Miles did get to meet Santa in a really smelly building. He was happy until it was his turn to actually sit on Santa’s lap.
Oh well. There’s always next year.
Chris has Christmas Eve off, so my parents drove down to meet us at our lot (did I mention that we’re building a house?) and then to spend the rest of the day with us. After looking at our pile of dirt, we headed to Subway for lunch where I had my first official vomit-in-the-parking-lot for this pregnancy. Yay!
After lunch we headed over to our house for nap time for Miles and for me. I ended up spending the entire rest of the day and night throwing up about every hour. I have a sneaking suspicion that it wasn’t morning sickness but instead a bit of the flu. Luckily no one else got it because I was essentially quarantined.
But what this meant for poor Chris was that he spent his night playing Santa all by himself. I had managed to wrap his presents a few days earlier but that’s it. Nothing for my family or for Miles had been wrapped (or assembled in some cases), and I hadn’t done anything with the stocking stuffers (some of which were meant for Chris). This made for some interesting wrapped presents. Like the boxes of deodorants that I had picked up at Costco but had somehow ended up with the pile of presents. It was cute.
Luckily I woke up feeling better on Christmas morning, so after Miles had breakfast, we opened as many presents as we could before Chris had to leave for work.
The only presents Miles cared about were cars, and these are the only toys he has played with for the last month. Literally. He does not play with anything else. Ever.
After I took my sweet time getting ready (it’s amazing how little energy I had after a day of vomiting), Miles and I headed to my parents house for the day. I spent a good amount of time sitting in the comfy chair watching everyone else do things. Merry Christmas.