Yesterday, I successfully pulled off our pre-Thanksgiving. The plan was to eat dinner when Garrett got home from work (after 11:30pm ha).
Leading up to the actual day, I felt like I had everything under complete control. Recipes were picked out. I got everything I needed from the grocery store. And I had even spent time mapping out my timeline for cooking everything.
I got started mid-afternoon and basically didn’t sit down until we actually ate dinner. I definitely grew up “helping” my mom with Thanksgiving but looking back it was mostly whipping up a dessert, setting the table, or helping with a side dish. Basically, something super easy. Thanksgiving dinners are so much work. I knew it would be a long day, but I definitely was overly ambitious about the whole thing.
Miraculously everything turned out great.
(Only one last minute trip to the grocery store and about four calls plus 16 text messages to my mom. Not too bad.)
I felt pretty relaxed about the whole process until I had to pull the neck out of the turkey. Then I started to doubt myself completely and felt like I should just throw in the towel. But I kept going, dressed the bird, stuck the thing in the oven, and crossed my fingers.
The hardest part of the preparation was the timing of everything, figuring out what could be done ahead of time, what had to wait for something to get off the stove, what would stay hot with tin foil, what needed to go straight to the table.
Let’s just say, this year I will be extra thankful for my mom and dad who handle Thanksgiving like pros.
No one will know the size of your jeans but they’ll know if they don’t fit! Struggling with my postpartum body… and just decided to go to the store and buy jeans that fit! Who knows what will happen down the road (my postpartum body always feels foreign for a while), but for now I have jeans that fit and that I feel good in. 🏻
Leave a comment with “jeans” and I’ll send you links for my outfit! 🔗
Can’t wait to fill Rory’s @petitekeep trunk with special memories and treasures 🏻 Jack’s is tucked away in his closet and every once in a while I open it up to store another item and reminisce on all the wonderful moments of his life so far. Love these keepsakes 🤍🍼👶🏼
After quite a tough pregnancy, from the first days all the way to the very end, I’m finally starting to feel like myself again! Nothing better than feeling a bit more “me.” I am trying to prioritize taking care of myself by carving out little slivers of time to do things that I enjoy… I don’t have unlimited time for hobbies, but I’ll take what I can get! I’m working on a couple of small needlepoint projects and I’m excited to start on Rory’s stocking soon🧵 🪡
My Valentine + Valentine Baby ❣️ After a very stressful start to the year, Rory’s birth felt like a bright light of hope and positivity. I’m so, so grateful for a healthy (and speedy!) delivery with Mike by my side.
(If you’re local, I switched to @madisonaveobgyn and this experience was night and day compared to my first pregnancy/delivery. I am *eternally* grateful for incredible care both during pregnancy and especially during delivery. It makes a huge difference.)