December 18
We are in our new home. We had arranged movers since all that carrying and lifting is not so good for a pregnant lady, with a history of infertility, especially in that first trimester. No one could tell I was pregnant by looking at me so the movers were always asking me to move thing. I finally cut them short by telling them, “Uh, that’s why we hired you guys.” After all, your Dad was in the hospital, The Pretty Little Dutch Girl looked like the last rose of summer (till the sun went down, when she managed to perk up and even go out) so you and I had all the unpacking to do. Thank God you are tough but Holy Mary, Mother of Jesus, I hungered for rest.
December 23
Christmas Party at work. We danced with wild abandon. I am not so sure you enjoyed it because I left with a sharp pain in my side. So sorry Baby – but girls just wanna have fun.
December 24
Your 1st Christmas Eve, loosely speaking, cradled in your Momma’s womb. Christmas Eve dinner (scrumptious home made meat pies and tender ham – you seemed to like it) was held at Grandma & Grampa’s, so that Grandpa could continue his tradition of being Santa, going from door to door, handing out goodies. I went with him, dressed in red, his helper. It was the first time I saw your Great Aunt Neva in a long time and she kind of insulted us – she claimed I hadn’t gained much weight yet and asked me if I was having a kitten. This is the first hint that maybe there is something I should worry about – here I have been praying that I have the most intelligent baby ever (I admit it, I am an intellectual snob) – maybe I should pray that you are sustainable.
Cont’d 2 (Part 4B)