Baby blues

A few days ago, we decided we'd get out a DVD and have a nice evening in. We had that predictable 'his n hers' dispute over what sort of film to get. My husband favoured an action flick, but I wanted to see a romantic comedy. You could almost write the script before we got in there!

Anyhow, after some protracted negotiation (and a little reminder from me that the last film we got out was an action film, and it was, in fact, rubbish) we settled on my choice. It was Juno, which I'd heard good things about. It's an oddball American comedy about a teenage girl who gets pregnant by mistake and then picks a couple to adopt her child. If you haven't seen it, I'd recommend it.

The problem was, though, that I was so focused on the good things I'd heard about it that I was rather blind to the subject matter. Because I am, you see, rather emotional about all things baby at the moment. I was fine through most of it, in fact pretty much all of it, until, naturally, it came to the birth and the baby being handed over to the delighted new mum, and then, well - I started to cry.

And just then, when I was wallowing, and feeling miserable about whether I'd ever be a mum, my husband leaped up from the other sofa and suddenly was right by my side. He didn't say anything - he didn't need to. He just got hold of me and hugged me tight while I cried.

I love him so much.