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Friday, November 28, 2008

Flashback Friday

I think this week, in honor of the holiday, we will do a Thanksgiving memory.

Mike and I spent our first married Thanksgiving in Lake Tahoe. Mike's mother's family was having a family reunion in that neck of the woods so we made the trek with Mike's parents, his sister Kim and her husband Andrew. Andrew's bother Allen also made the trek with us.

We got a 2 bedroom condo for the weekend. Mike's parent's took one room and Kim and Andrew slept in the other. Which meant Mike and I got the pull out bed in the family room.

Oh, and did I mention I was pregnant?

Well, the pull out bed was the most uncomfortable thing I ever laid down on. You could feel the bar of bed frame right through the unbelievably thin mattress. After about 2 minutes of laying on it Mike and I decided to fold it back up and try to sleep on the couch. That was kind of a joke, too. We pulled the chairs over and tried putting our heads on the couch and our feet on the chairs but the chairs just kept sliding away.

Needless to say, it was a VERY long night.

So, the following day we found a Kmart and bought an air mattress. A double decker one so it wouldn't be so low to the ground for the pregnant woman. It sounded like a good idea. There was just one tiny problem. The thing would NOT hold the air. And as the air would drain from it in the wee hours of the night it would force Mike and me into the middle of the bed. Then the bed would start to close in on us like a giant taco.

Of course, being pregnant, I had to pee all night long. And if you think a pregnant woman rolling out of an inflatable taco bed is easy, then you are wrong. I felt like a beached whale each time I tried to roll myself out.

To make matters even worse I was SO STINKING HOT that I eventually found myself sleeping in just my t-shirt. At one point I had to use the bathroom, again, and just didn't want to bother finding my pj pants. I rationalized that everybody was asleep AND that they were probably sleeping with their doors closed anyway, so I should just make a mad dash for the bathroom.

In the morning my brother-in-law Andrew told me he thought he saw a ghost in the middle of the night. He said he saw a white streak dash past his bedroom door. The streak sort of looked like me, but it was moving way too fast to a pregnant woman!

Lake Tahoe was beautiful but boy was I happy to see my own bed again!

Hope you all had a memorable Thanksgiving!


Krista said...

Being pregnant is miserable enough without getting caught streaking!

orangemily said...

Wow, that is a crazy first "married" Thanksgiving! Even if it was 2nd or 3rd, no fun!
I think yesterday was a lot better, hopefully your bed at the hotel is decent anyway.

Annj said...

Gee as a fat lady they are hard enough to get out of, I can't imagine having to get out of one pregnant. YOur story made me laugh.

Amber said...

Ahhhhh, such memories! And THAT is why I won't go camping when I'm big and pregnant. My husband assures me we could just bring an air mattress and it would be fine. I think I'll show him this post if he ever suggests it again.