Back from Mazatlan

***According to the week-by-week fruit comparison chart, our baby is the size of a peach.***

We had our Sedler family reunion in Mazatlan, Mexico this year and it was a blast. It's always nice to see the family. We finally got to tell EVERYONE we are expecting. My word of advice to people is don't try to tell your family something important when eating at a buffet dinner. Everyone was up and down and someone was always missing from the table. Brian tried to make a discreet comment to see if anyone would get that we are expecting but it went over everyones head. His dad finally decided to make a speech to help us out. He thanked everyone for being a wonderful family and getting together and at the end we were going to announce, but of course Brian's grandmother started blabbing away before the speech was over which left us without a window to to tell our news. Finally Brian shouted out to his grandmother that there would be one more person at the family reunion next year and then everyone got it.

Morning sickness and fatigue remained at bay during the trip. There were only a couple instances of barf and nausea.

The plane rides were good because we were in first class, but holy hell I was up and down constantly to go to the bathroom. Another couple brought their 13 month old into 1st class which annoyed most of the other 1st class passengers because the little girl was screaming most of the time. It somehow got to her that I'm pregnant and as soon as the baby fell asleep she took it upon herself to unload her arsenal of pregnancy and baby tips including which wipe warming machine I should buy because it will change my life as a mother. Each time she talked I had to lean my head out into the aisle and it was nearly taken off several times by the brisk walking stewards during beverage service. I finally told her that I appreciated all her tips, but the risk of being decapitated was too high and I was going to remain in my seat. Most of the comments ended after that.

It's good to be home and back to reality. I think I've had my fair share of Mexican food for awhile. I'm a little bit bitter that I missed turkey and cranberry sauce this year and had the Mexican version of Italian Canolles instead. Apparently turkey doesn't exist in Mazatlan. I guess there is always next year. Actually, now that I think about it this would have been my last Thanksgiving to enjoy my meal instead of juggling a baby while eating. Dammit! I hope the kid sleeps through Thanksgiving dinner.

Late addition: I forgot to mention this note worthy quote from my grandmother-in-law on our vacation. Upon seeing me in a one piece bathing suit by the pool she said to me, "Honey, you don't really look pregnant yet. You just look like any other middle-aged out of shape person." Gee, thanks Mimi.