“I hate New Years Eve like you hate Christmas.”
Yeah, that’s what my husband said to me two days ago. I started to protest about how fun NYE can be, then I realized- he said that I hate Christmas? I have to admit usually J Bird is spot on with metaphors but I wasn’t sure how to feel about this one.
I never said I hate Christmas. I never acted like I hate Christmas. I decorated the house for hours, made cookies (endo-diet approved!) and sang along to xmas music while doing so. Did I give the impression that I did not like the day Jesus was born?
Maybe he could have thought that was so because while I was in the shower that morning I exclaimed, “If we don’t have a baby or I’m not pregnant by next Christmas, I’m NOT decorating!!! I spent hours decorating and we did not even have any visitors while the decorations have been up. We only turned the lights on like, 5 times!!”
Or maybe it was in the days leading up to Xmas when I repeatedly asked and told him “Does it feel like Xmas? I can’t feel it” “ It doesn’t even feel like Xmas!”.
I guess I have been in a little bit of a funk this year regarding the holidays. It hasn’t made me feel sad or anything, I just…don’t feel like it is that special time of the year. It could be for two reasons. One: We don’t have a little one to share the excitement with. I feel like when you have a baby or child that you get excited for them and can’t wait to share this time of year with them.
Two: For the first time EVER I was not home with my family. Since both of our families celebrate on Xmas eve, we have usually switched on and off. One year we spent with his family on Xmas eve and then flew out on Xmas day and then next year we spend Xmas eve with my family and flew out Xmas day. It turned out that while we had fun on Xmas eve, we spent all of Christmas day travelling and unable to get in quality time with either of our families.
This year I suggested that we stay here for Xmas eve and day and then visit my family later for the holidays. It was great. We did not have to coordinate our travel plans with the holiday and we could fully enjoy being in one place. However, I realized that one thing was missing: My family. Jason’s family is wonderful. Right from the very beginning they have been welcoming and loving towards me. We have a lot of fun eating and talking with them during the family gatherings.
In my mind and heart, I know that “his” family is my family. But really there is nothing like being around my parents, my brothers, future SIL, nephew and my extended family. So, I think that is where some of my “Bah humbug-ness” came from this year. Not being able to physically share the day with those I grew up with. My hope is that one year, my family will be able to come down and stay with us and then we can have one big holiday party together. I think that would be just the best thing ever. Or even better, we forget buying any presents and just meet up some place warm and spend time together. “My” family and “his” family. And maybe a baby.
Our family.