Winter is a nice time of year. I’ve thus far not had to use the furnace TOO much which makes me happy when it comes to the electric bill, but of course there’s the balance of what am I comfortable at and what is the Shrimp comfortable at. Since he’s currently sleeping with me (yet another reason I am eager for the husband to be back with his family where he belongs), it’s actually not been too bad. The room he would normally sleep in is frigidly cold in winter if we leave the door closed. Just glad we have a king-sized bed. He STILL manages to hog over half of it on occasion.
I have my big anatomy scan appointment later this week, which I’m excited about. I’ll get to find out how big the girls are, hear that once again they are still girls, and so forth. I wish husband was home for it, but he’ll see them next time, along with me and my big ol’ baby bump. I swear I look more pregnant now than I did when carrying my boy at 37 weeks, but per my best friend I really looked pregnant back then and it’s just me who didn’t realize it. Perspective/familiarity and all that.
I’d like to take this opportunity to just say how much I really do not like being pregnant. Don’t get me wrong – I don’t want to NOT be pregnant because I already love my little girls. I just don’t like going through the process. It’s slow, drawn-out and frustratingly stressful, worrying about whether or not I’m eating what I need to (without eating too much), drinking enough (but only of the RIGHT things) and not doing anything which could hurt these little people who depend on me for their existence. Take out the horrific aspect of just what an Axlotle tank is (read Frank Herbert’s Dune series, specifically the last couple for more specifics), and I wish I had one of those to carry these darlings to term.
So, there is an upside, however small, to this separation thing. I can watch a Hallmark or Lifetime movie without having to sit through teasing. Oh, he might IM tease, but I can watch and not cringe, waiting for some comment or another. Heh.
I’m not big into Christmas movies in general, but have to say I’ve watched two thus far, both romances. Mrs. Miracle and Call Me Mrs. Miracle based on books by Debbie Macomber. Mrs. Miracle was the first, and Call Me is the second book featuring Doris Roberts as Mrs. Miracle who is (it appears) an angel or other paranormal being who helps bring these couples together. I saw Call Me first, primarily because it had Eric Johnson (Rookie Blues, Brokeback Mountain and Smallville fame, along with Flash Gordon and some others) as the romantic lead. I have to say it’s very hard to go back to using his image as my mental picture for Jordan after seeing him go nicey-nice for two hours.
Word of warning to anyone who watches these movies: they’re so sweet/sugary that diabetics might lapse into a coma off of them. But I smiled all the way through both movies, I have to say.
Other holiday fare I like: the original Miracle of 34th Street, How the Grinch Stole Christmas, Charlie Brown Christmas, Ghosts of Girlfriends Past, and a handful of others.
How about you? What are some of your favorite movies for the holiday season?