We went to my brother’s annual holiday bash on New Year’s Eve. About every year, the party is really cool and other years, there is some sort of drama that puts a damper on the entire evening. This year was somewhere in between. It just wasn’t as much fun this year. My brother and his wife outdid themselves as usual, but it just seemed that a lot of the people just didn’t want to do much. DH was excited to go, but he got overly drunk, which happens on rare occasions, and got to be highly annoying. He also made me pull over on the way home so he could throw up. He was miserable, so I didn’t feel a need to lecture or show too much displeasure. Granted, he knew I was annoyed.
We went to see Seven Pounds today. It’s been a long time since DH and I have actually seen a movie in the theater, so we thought to take advantage of Justin being at daycare.
I don’t think I’ve mentioned it here, but I’m about 14 weeks pregnant–meaning Justin will be an older brother sometime around June 30. This pregnancy has been very different as far as morning sickness (more of it and longer lasting) and food cravings/avoidances. In fact, my midwife told me today that I lost 2 lbs over the holidays! She was concerned about my protein and calcium intake, but I’m pretty sure that the fact that this baby won’t let me eat sweets and that I’ve been chasing Justin around the couch a lot lately has had something with my weightloss. And it’s not like I couldn’t stand to lose some weight–I started this pregnancy at the weight I was when Justin was born. Not that I’m trying or anything.
DH is bowling tonight and I’m about to write my holiday thank you notes. I remember the days when I went out and partied every Friday night. Amazing how I have absolutely no desire for that anymore. Especially after watching the effects of alcohol on DH and other family members on New Year’s Eve.