I wonder if this is what being pregnant feels like?

For the third year running, I have put my body through yet another day of severe over indulgence, I cannot even begin to tell you of the vast quantities of food that I consumed; the laughter across the table as Carole, Jeff and I laughed at goodness knows what - while the real adults actually had conversation. (Maybe that what was what we were laughing at; our inability to have adult conversation...) I believe this is the holiday called Thanksgiving!

Three years...I've been in this country three years, I can't hardly believe it. It has been alot of fun; I have learned a tonne - about myself mainly - and missed home more than I thought I would. My first thanksgiving, someone asked me "how do you celebrate thanksgiving in Scotland?" I had to laugh - "It's just Thursday in Scotland!" was my reply. We do not celebrate thanksgiving, it's not our history, and therefore it was not something I worried about. People were so concerned that I was away from family over thanksgiving, I was fine, I had never been with them before for it! It wa just a nice day to get on the "fat granny plan" and make a pig of myself.

I get homesick, (if you are ever praying for me, please pray for my homesickness, it gets worst the longer I am here, not better,) but, when I do go home, I see how everything there has changed. It's not just me that has moved on. Most of the friends back home would barely recognise me, (I'm talking personality and not looks - I've always had unruly, big hair and no firm eye colour,) I was just the girl who didn't drink in the pub, but that everyone wanted to be there when we underage, cause, "she's tall, she'll get us in, naebody'll ID her!" She was sobre enough to hail the taxis for everyone else. So while I do get homesick, and most days just to be in the same town as my mammie would be enough, this is my home, for now at least. I was at a baby shower for a baby funnily enough, and I was singing the song my mammie sang to me when I was a wee one, (or when I am sick, she still sings it to me over the phone.) The babies aunt joked with me that she was gonna have to take a picture of me, 'cause when the wee one is older I may be in some other country, my name in the war cry at Christmas, cause I'll be doing some other wierd thing.

I hope not...two countries is all my heart can take. You know the game "Simon says," I'm playing that with God... THIS or THAT? The english language has no other options, thank you Jesus!!!

Hope you had a great thanksgiving, I'm going for some coffee...