Christmas has been my favourite time of year since as long as I can remember. The decorating, twinkling lights everywhere, and just the general feeling in the air are something I look forward to every year. After moving from a too-small apartment to a teeny semi, I was excited to put up lights outside and decorate inside, to actually host some Christmas get-togethers and cook and bake my pregnant ass off.

Sadly, my Christmas is being spent in the hospital with a bunch of other pregnant women who are all scared and lonely, and sad to be missing out. Sunnybrook actually has a Christmas tree (and Menorah!) in the lobby of the hospital, which I’ve put up here. It’s not home, and those are not my ornaments that I have collected over the years and have countless memories attached, but it’s still pretty, and it’s nice to have a tree to sit near when I waddle down to the lobby for a bit.

I think it would be hard to be stuck in the hospital for two months at any time during the year, but missing Christmas is especially hard with my Buds at home. Since I had a bit of warning, I did all the shopping, wrapping, and tagging so that the husband just has to hand out gifts, and I took Buds to see Santa so I wouldn’t miss that. I know that he won’t remember this, but part of me wonders if in 25 years, he’ll be chatting with a therapist about the time his mom ruined Christmas for the whole family.

On top of the holidays, our entire family (Mom, Dad, sister, brother-in-law, friends, and friends’ babies) have birthdays in December, which I will also miss, and this year is my Mom’s 65th. Granted, she’s getting two more grandkids, but that kind of feels like a cop-out gift, doesn’t it?