Christmas Eve is a special day in our family. (Well OK, I know its a special day for lots of families, but its extra special in this family).
For me it has twice marked the day of indescribable joy for my hubby and I. You see, on Christmas Eve in both 2001 AND 2003 we got positive pregnancy tests.
In 2001, we had been trying to conceive a child for over a year. To cut a long story short, I ended up seeing a chiropractor who saw the connection between a curvature of my lower spine on an x-ray and my inability to retain a fertilised egg inside my body for more than about1 day. Bing Bang Boom … and crack …and another Bang…. and I was pregnant within 4 weeks with a girl who’s now 6. …and the day I got the Very Clear And Not At All Faint pregnancy test was Christmas Eve.
Fast forward to August 2003. Miss K is one and we think “if we want another child, we’d best get cracking in case it takes another year to get pregnant” … only to have a condom break and we discovered we were up the duff again. What joy. No anxious 2 week wait. Just joy.
At 10 weeks into the pregnancy, the bleeding began. The little mite had gone and died on us at 7 weeks and my body was only just letting go. The D&C was scheduled and we were a sad little family … but thankfully having a little person to come home to softened the blow.
That happened in November 2003. It was a sad time for us. ..and Christmas was coming up fast. and I wanted to make sure Christmas was special for my gorgeous little girl. So I sucked it up … and it took a huge effort but I was determined that Christmas would not be a sad day.
… but with Christmas, cometh the Christmas party. And with the Christmas Party cometh the alcohol. …and since the predicted post-D&C-Aunt-Flo had not cometh, I took another wee test to see if I could safely quaff a few vinos.. ’cause … you know I was gonna need the alcohol content this Christmas.
Joy. Complete Joy for it was again Christmas Eve and I was holding the evidence that there was a little life inside moi.
Then terror … for the entire 34* weeks until my boy was born. (He’s now 4 and adorable).
So now you see why Christmas Eve is one of my favourite days of the year.
…and now its your turn – what’s your favourite thing about Christmas Eve?
*The pg was a full 40 weeks 2 days term – its just that I found out I was preggers when I was already 6 weeks along.