I'm pathetic. I'm chalking it up to being in my 35th week of pregnancy and having no control over my emotions or my bladder.
Tonight, with my free Redbox code, I rented The Christmas Shoes. I rented it hoping that it would be a made-for-TV-movie that was inspired by the song that always makes me cry at Christmas.
"What movie did you get?" Dave asks.
"I got one that I know you wouldn't want to watch so as not to distract you from your studies." I say, avoiding the question. I'm embarrassed to say what I really got.
"What movie did you get?"
"Christmas Shoes. I think it is a made-for-TV-movie that was inspired by the song that always makes me cry at Christmas."
Embarrassingly enough, it was.
Just renting the movie isn't the embarrassing part. The embarrassing part is that I cried, sorry, sobbed through the entire second half of this movie. What is wrong with me? Why are my eyes still red and my sleeve all gooed because I was too lazy to get a Kleenex? I know it's not Rob Lowe's acting skills. Or anything that the film makers did. It might be the little person who is trying to claw her way out of my uterus and that fact that I just can't handle having a constant side-ache-like pain under my right ribs anymore. That could be it, but I don't think it was.
I think it's the same reason I cried at A Walk to Remember (one of the worst films ever made). Or the Notebook. Or Bella. Or Father of the Bride. Or Father of the Bride part Two. Or some cereal commercials. Or any of the other sappy saps that make people like me cry. I'm pathetic. And I'm even more pathetic just more than a month away from having a new baby.
Well, at least I can admit it. If I watched it again, I would bawl like a baby. I'll probably wake up in the middle of the night and cry just thinking about it. Awesome.
ps. I totally cried at Baby Mama too.
What it's worth to me:
Some peppermint ice cream and a clean shirt. It also would've been nice if when David came in to check on me he would've put his arm around me and gave me a shnuggle instead of looking at me and saying this: "Sweetie. Are you serious?"
Watch this movie if you want to cry. Or make fun of a bad Christmas movie.
