Rosh Hashanah was this weekend, and it went exceedingly well. Friday night, we had dinner at one of Marc’s aunt’s houses, Saturday morning, we went to services, went to a party at a different aunt’s house, and then hit another aunt’s house for Saturday night. Yesterday, we did services again, and then a quiet afternoon – we ordered pizza and hung out for a while, and then I went down to my mother’s house for a girls only visit.
Services went great – this was the first year I’d actually participated in them, last year, I was kind of trapped in the child care room. One thing that struck me as odd was that there was an actual police presence at the synagogue. Which is normal, I guess, but it really made me feel somewhat unsafe – like, really, is the threat of people coming to attack a synagogue so great that they feel compelled to station police right outside for the entire day? How scary is that?
I really enjoyed Marc’s family parties as well – his family is so psyched about the baby coming – I love it. My family is a little reserved about it – I think mostly they’re wishing that Becky had gotten pregnant instead. Not that they aren’t happy for me, but… I don’t know, it’s not as big a deal for my side of the family – Marc’s side is just all the way thrilled at the prospect of another baby. Maybe my family is just worn out with new babies – we’re a lot more prolific, so to speak, this will be the 12th grandchild for my mother, and I think the 23rd or 24th great grandchild.
Anyone else felt the baby move ridiculously early? I know it’s usually closer to 12 or 13 weeks, at the earliest – but I swear to God, I’ve felt it twice now. It’s very minor – but feeling the baby move is a pretty distinct feeling, and it’s not gas.