Can you believe Christmas is 5 days away?  I can’t.  It crept up so quickly; quicker than it ever has before.  Sigh.

Christmas is my absolute favorite time of the year.  I love the lights.  I love the feel.  I love giving gifts, I love getting gifts.  I love everything about it.  I even love last minute shopping, because the closer we get to Christmas, the more it feels like Christmas.  Of course the downside to this is all the Fucking nut jobs out there…but I try not to let them bring me down.  I say please and thank you, spread my holiday cheer and hope it absolutely kills them inside that I am in such a great holiday mood when they are anything but.

By the time Christmas Eve rolls around, I have already spontaneously transformed back into a 5 year old.  After all, Santa’s coming!  I will even admit that I still “believe” in Santa Clause.  How could you not?  Try it one year…I guarantee Christmas will be that much more magical for you! 

So, want to know what my biggest stressor is right now?  Ready to laugh and tell me how ridiculous I am?  I don’t want my husband to see his Christmas gifts under the tree until Christmas morning when we wake up and come downstairs together.  Why?  Because I want it to be just like when we were kids and you would wake up and run out to the tree to ohhh and ahhhh over the sight of all the gifts!  A simple solution would be to put his gifts under the tree after he’s already gone to bed.  Yeah, great, I’ve thought of this already.  The problem with this method of delivery is that I would then end up seeing my gifts that he put under the tree for me.  And I don’t want to see them until Christmas morning; remember, wake up Christmas morning and ohhh and ahhhh over all the gifts?  So now you understand my ridiculous issue.  I’ll figure it out.  Maybe we will blindfold eachother and just scatter all the gifts under the tree at the same.  Yeah, I think that’ll work!

I’m basically finished shopping.  I had an unfortunate event occur while standing on line at a store today…one of my bottom molar teeth broke, so in an absolute panic, I put the items down and left.  I didn’t know if I was going to break out in terrible pain or what.  Needless to say I definitely feel like I have a nerve exposed and will be visiting my least favorite place tonight; the dentist.  I actually prefer flashing my vagina at the GYN’s office over going to the dentist…THAT’S how much I dislike the goings on at the dentist. 

Anyway…I have gotten just about everything I had on my list to get, except for one thing that I had hoped to give my husband.  See, I really thought that we would be pregnant by now and dreamed of everyway possible to tell him this great news.  I had so many ideas of how I would have told him, in the form of early Christmas gifts, but it looks like I will have to store them away for when that time actually comes.  If things work out for us in the next few months, we may have a perfect little present just in time for next Christmas!