Rounding into the thirteenth week of pregnancy, I sat crammed in the back of a Subaru clutching my little bag of dry snacks and a bottle of seltzer. A chill crept in from the edges of the car window. It was Thanksgiving Day 2003 and I was heading upstate for the big family feast.
On most Thanksgivings I would either host or bake and bring at least two pies, a couple of sides and a heavy pot of stuffing. This year I had a farmer's market pumpkin pie carefully lodged in the trunk. I couldn't imagine eating turkey, and my stomach turned at the thought of warbling cranberry sauce in a bowl. How was I going to make it through the day?
Since that Thanksgiving, I have been through many holidays in various states of pregnancy, nursing and even labor (my second was due on Christmas Day). And I've learned a little bit about how to manage these traditions without being too much of a whiner or Bah Humbugger.
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