Last year at this time, I insisted that we host our family’s Thanksgiving dinner because I didn’t want to stray too far from home in case I went into labour. I did end up in hospital the next day, but not because I was having a baby. It was actually quite restful. I got to experience morphine dreams (goooooood times!) because my gall bladder decided to be a bastard.

Things I am thankful for: that I am not currently hugely pregnant and I plan never to be again, that we didn’t cook the big meal this year, that we got to spend it with my family including my maternal grandparents, that I didn’t end up in hospital today, that the baby ended up arriving eventually a few weeks after last Thanksgiving and he was/is wonderful and we have mostly survived having three kids (so far).

Remind me next year, however, that turkey and stuffing and gravy and pie will do me in no matter if I am pregnant or not. I am not thankful for gallstones at ALL. Today I experienced only some mild discomfort, at least. Just enough for my gallbladder to remind me it’s still there and it’s still a bastard. It looks like eventually I’ll be thankful for skillful surgeons, public healthcare, full time childcare and my bed to recover in. For now, Tylenol and a bath. I’m feeling much better already.

Happy Thanksgiving, fellow Canucks.

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