Turkey + Baby = Stretchy Pants!

Unless you've got a glass of wine and an empty DVR, there isn't any real reason to read back from here, I'm just trying to document things as I only expect to get more and more forgetful (and uncomfortable) over the next couple of weeks.

This Thanksgiving we made our way up to the Central Coast for Mark's first Turkey Day with my family, and more importantly, after years of debate and reluctance, he finally got to experience raisins in the stuffing.  I don't know if it was as life-changing as I expected, but he definitely went back for seconds (ha!)

Raisins make me happy!

Thanksgiving morning the boys took off for a golf outing so Tara, Dom and I decided to do a little adventure of our own and join in on the Pismo Beach Turkey Trot. Equipped with a street -ready stroller set up for our co-pilot we took to the sand (surprise!) and  joined in on the fun. A pretty informal gathering of the locals (not sure we were even trotting in the right direction) we had a great time enjoying the beautiful day and the occasional rogue wave that left the stroller, complete with passenger, stranded in the wash while we ran for dry sand.

We love turkey trots!

Pre-turkey trotters = success!

 Recognize this place? Since we were there I thought I'd introduce the Goose to the place where Mark and I got engaged AND celebrated our wedding. Hello Seacrest! And you can stop sending me silly emails now. .

The scene of the crime

A little shy thus far, the baby must like turkey because the belly really started to make an appearance this weekend. I'd probably be wearing stretchy pants for turkey day regardless of being pregnant, but I thought what better time than now to bust out the new maternity clothes. After the 4 am Dom alarm went off on Friday we decided we might as well join the crazies for some Black Friday fun so I suited up in my new gear and we hit the streets. No more than 10 minutes in the store (yep, our first stop was Home Depot where they couldn't give free muffins and coffee away) some lady asked Tara (on the sly) if I was pregnant!  So literally, it started feeling very real overnight - they were magic pants!

Finally in a socially acceptable 'touchable' phase, my parents hadn't seen me in a couple weeks so they wanted to take the opportunity to 'get to know' the little Goose by formally introducing themselves to her. Not sure how the first impressions went, but she was kind enough to entertain them with some kicks and flips.

It IS as awkward as it looks.