A Hannibal Lecter Thanksgiving

Another title for this post could be "Pregnancy Hazards: Thanksgiving Edition." I've already blogged about how I keep injuring and burning myself during pregnancy (especially burns) and yesterday I added a new high (low?) to the injury ward. While cutting up apples for my apple-pecan-sausage stuffing (which ended up being just apple-pecan after this), I cut off a chunk of my pinky. It's kind of medium bad: much worse than just a cut, but not bad enough to need stitches or to reattach anything. In fact, I think I found the piece of skin, but am not sure. So it may have gone into the stuffing. (Which didn't turn out anyway. Hannibal Lecter actually would have been disappointed.)

Otherwise we had fun and food and family for Thanksgiving, but I felt less thankful and more stressed. It's really hard to watch Sawyer and eat, and I was so hungry that by dinner, all I wanted to do was eat, not be rescuing him from eating shampoo out of a bottle or destroying Lynn's floral arrangements or eating mashed potatoes from his unhappy cousin's plate. Sometimes I deal better than others and yetserday, sadly, was not my best day. Oh, and I also backed over the new (albeit cheap) umbrella stroller that I recently bought. I'm not even going to see if it's working yet--we'll save that for a non-holiday.

Now, if you want to see something gross, I (off course) added a picture of my finger.

And another really gross one of holiday poo.

I know that some of you (Mom, Dad, Peter) are disgusted that I might put a picture of poop on here.

But I had to! (You'll see why if you look.)

And I'm doing all these nice breaks to try and help you not see the photos if you don't want to.

Isn't that nice of me?

So, please, stop looking and scroll if you don't want to see a bloody finger and poop.

Are you scrolling?

Because here it comes!

(And now it's going to be anti-climactic.)

See? Not so bad. But nice little hole. Just enough to flavor the stuffing. (Maybe--we still can't prove it either way.)

And see? Holiday poo.