Baby's First Christmas (Technically)

So this is weird. This is our first Christmas where we KNOW there’s going to be three of us next year, and everything feels different. Like, the same but shifted sideways. My mom keeps randomly touching my barely-there bump when she thinks I’m not paying attention. Patty showed up with a bag of tiny Christmas onesies yesterday and got all teary-eyed. Even the cats seem to know something’s up.

Baby’s First Christmas (Technically)

Marcus decided he was going to make his mom’s famous apple pie recipe today. I use the word ‘famous’ very loosely here because apparently the recipe card was water-damaged and half the measurements were illegible. He eyeballed it. BIG mistake. The thing came out looking like a science experiment and tasting like… well, let’s just say I’ve had better. But you know what? I ate three pieces anyway and told everyone the baby demanded it.

I’m already learning that this pregnancy thing is going to be a very convenient excuse for a LOT of questionable life choices. The baby wants ice cream for breakfast? The baby needs to stay in bed until noon? The baby requires another slice of terrible pie? Yes to all of the above.

Merry Christmas from the three of us (even though one of us is still the size of a lime and probably has no idea what Christmas is). Next year is going to be so different and I can’t wait.