Turkey Day Gone Totally Wrong.
It is the end of 2009. During this year, I have gotten married, discovered I have endometriosis, recovered from my laparoscopic procedure, dealt with a crazy economy where I had to learn to live on a budget, and Jeff and I have just purchased our first home together. It was a life changing year for the two of us, to say the least. It is late November and we have just settled in our new home, and we start thinking about "Baby Ridlen". We decide the best month to start is January, after the holidays. For Thanksgiving, we head off to see our grandparents in Abilene for the day with my mom, sister, brother-in-law, and my brother. I love Thanksgiving...you get to eat your face off and nobody judges (well not totally). My grandmother has the table beautifully set, the kitchen smells wonderful, everyone is getting ready to say the prayer, and I suddenly become super sick. Side note: I always get ...