A few friends told me (kindly, even though I felt kind of embarrassed) that they were living vicariously through my Thanksgiving online freakouts this year, but now that I'm "out," I'm glad I can say that it wasn't just the moving or the hosting-Thanksgiving but that I was pregnant and not out yet to my family, which added some additional stress on the whole affair (the hardest part was not telling my mom, when I was sick, "I'm not just sick--I'm sick and pregnant!")

One additional source of stress was that in our last 24 hours in our old house, I got a genetic screening for the baby and the results came back abnormal, so the last night in the house and the morning of the move I was trying, unsuccessfully, not to obsess over the incoming test results. I wrote about the whole experience here for Mom.me. The funny thing is that after all the torture, I would probably still do things the same way again.