Sad about Christmas

This is normally my favorite time of year. I love the lights and the Christmas carols and the snow, but most of all I love being with my family. My family makes a huge deal of Christmas eve, and none of us have ever missed it.

I’m just so sad that I can’t go home for Christmas this year. I cried a little today (and yes, I cry over everything at this point–I’m 8 1/2 months pregnant, so it’s allowed!) thinking about how tomorrow night is Christmas eve, and they’ll all be there except me.

Hubby keeps trying to think of things to cheer me up, but everything he suggests sounds bad. I don’t want to go out to dinner, because I don’t want to be around a bunch of people I don’t know. But I also don’t want to just sit in our house doing nothing. I don’t know. He deserves so much credit for putting up with me lately!

I think maybe we’ll try to find a church service to go to, at least. We still haven’t found a church here, but I figure most Christmas eve services are the same, so it won’t really matter where we go.

On a totally unrelated note, my kitty flopped over on the wrong spot of the couch and fell over on his back between two couch cushions, decided he liked it there, and has been lying on his back, wedged between the pillows for about 3 hours. He’s so cute!