A quiet thanksgiving at home yesterday. The smoked turkey was lovely, the stuffing perfect.
The kitchen is a mess because we left it in our turkey-drugged stupor to watch James Bond movies from the couch the rest of the afternoon.
Late at night I woke up from a vivid dream about food (specifically some kind of weird dead dried up fish someone was trying to get me to eat) to terrible reflux--the kind where stomach acid pours up into your throat. I had a hard time getting comfortable after that.
31 weeks pregnant now--only a few more weeks to go. I'm filled with impatience and excitement.
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