Duvet Dismay

This past weekend was....it just was. 
It started off real nice.  Reesh was off work Friday, we took off bright and early and headed to Germany to meet up with an old friend who was going to do my maternity photography.  We had a real nice time there- it was good being in some American company for a change.  We ate more than should legally be possible at her husband's company party- I was truly embarrassed by my "leaning tower of calories-a" on my double stacked paper plates.  That was before I tried every dessert on the dessert contest table.  I was just making sure S's red and green velvet cake was for sure the best dessert in the contest- it was all about support, folks.  Haha.  We took some real nice pictures and now I'm anxiously waiting to see them all- pretty and edited, of course.  We stayed the night in Germany Friday night and then took more pictures Saturday morning before heading out back to the NL to my in-laws' house.  By this point, exhausted doesn't accurately put it.  Doesn't sound like much, I guess, but 3 and a half hours in the car Friday and close to 6 on Saturday plus sore achy pregnancy body and not much sleep just left me wanting to put my big green sweatpants on and pout about it all.  Haha. 
>Ya know, I always kinda dread the Dutch family events.  I love LOVE Reesh's parents.  But I always feel so uncomfortable around the rest of the gang.  Usually I just hope to sit in the corner, be quiet, and avoid conversation.  Anyone who knows me would question if I even just wrote that.  No, my blog has not been hacked.  Anyway, without getting into all the nitty gritty Saturday night was a flop!  It went something like this...
"Are you taking any pregnancy yoga classes or anything?"
Me- "What?
"Are you taking any pregnancy yoga classes or anything?"
Me- "I'm sorry, I can't hear you....what?"
"Are you taking any pregnancy yoga classes or anything?"
Me- "I just can't hear you." 
*this goes on a few times before I decided I would actually acknowledge the question.
Me- "Nope.  No, I'm not."

*then I get the scrunched up face from a few women in the room

"Are you finished?"
Me- "Am I finished with what?"
"The nursery."
Me- "Yes, almost.  Just a few things left to hang up and it'll all be baby-ready."
"What color/s are you using?"
Me- "Mostly blues, yellows and greens."

*at this point I'm already sweating from playing 21 questions (or I could've been lost in translation- who knows?) so I'm not sure how the next series of events unfold, but someone asks me something about a blanket.

Me-"Well, the crib set I ordered came with a very cute blanket but it's super thin and isn't gonna cut it this winter so I've got to get something else to go under it....a duvet or whatever."

*insert D.J. screeching a record sound in the room- then there's a unanimous jolt of heads in my direction followed by silence of EVERYONE in the room.  AwKwAaAaArD.......

*then I'm pelted with
"A DUVET????"
"A DUVEEEET?"
"AAA DUUUVEEEEETTTT?????"

I'm thinking to myself... did I use the wrong Dutch word for duvet?  Did I accidentally say I wanted to cover my child in a bed of thorns, or swaddle him in a straight jacket?  Wtf, Chuck?

So every woman in the room proceeds to tell me how dangerous and ridiculous it would be to use a duvet in a crib.  What was I thinking?
The only thing I could stutter was that I found that a strange response from all of them seeing as how there are AISLES of duvet choices in every Dutch baby store I've ever been in- they don't commonly use blankets/quilts/throws/what-have-you in beds and cribs.  I felt so attacked I really started sweating and just wanted to run away.  I held my composure for as long as I could and finally BROKE DOWN in the garage while trying to help my MIL with hors d'oeuvres.  I ended up going to bed without a farewell and cried like a monster until I fell asleep.  I knew I was being overly emotional but, hell, I misplaced my emotion switch a few months ago.  I literally had to pray for forgiveness for all the horrible thoughts going through my head once I got upstairs.  Do you ever get so mad you play through scenarios in your head where you're real witty and have all the best come-backs and you "show them!"  Hahaha.  I'm keeping this real "PG" today as my blog is not private and who knows who reads this.  If you saw me this weekend and the word "duvet" was mentioned and you're reading this now, yes....yes, you pissed. me. OFF!!!!

I told Reesh in the car on the way home yesterday, "ya know, as long as there are children and parents in this world, anyone and everyone is gonna have SOMETHING to say about EVERYTHING!!" Next time you think about giving someone some unsolicited parental advice (unless it's obviously to prevent harm to a child...) shut the hell up!  I'm just sayin'....

Once we got home yesterday and I was back in my reflector green sweatpants (which, btw, are sadly starting to fade due to repeated wear and wash) I was feeling more human- and had not shed a tear in a few hours.  Until Mom calls and asks how my weekend was.

My MIL and I designed some ca-yute curtains for Junior'ssooooo cute!  As soon as it's completely finished I will post some pictures. :)

I could really go for a grilled cheese sandwich right now....