The last time my entire family was together for Christmas, I was pregnant with Pickle and suffering debilitating hyperemesis gravidarum. I barely ate a thing, didn’t partake in any celebratory bubbles, and was asleep on the couch by 3pm.
Three years later, and it was a different story. I ate my body weight in ham, drank more than enough champagne, and didn’t sink tiredly in to bed until past 10pm.
Plus I had two little boys excited to see what Santa had left for them, and that, combined with seeing my nieces and nephew, made Christmas 2014 a hands-down favourite.