Last night, James went out to meet a national friend, so I had the house to my self during prime TV time. So the first place I flipped was the Hallmark channel (if I had Lifetime, I'm sure that would have been first, but Hallmark's a good second). There was a movie on, Love Comes Softly, that had just started. I settled on the couch, propped my feet up, and relaxed. Early on, I realized it was a love story (duh) and the man was a believer. He sang Come Thou Fount, he prayed, he talked about God in a very real way, etc. The whole message of the movie was actually about love and about God. Pretty cool to watch on TV, and it even had that blond intern from Grey's Anatomy on it, I'm sure pre-fame.

Every other scene of the movie had me crying, or worse, bawling. James came home, right at the climax of the movie, when I had tears streaming down my face, and I was eating a plate full of chocolate cake, which I had made earlier that night because of a craving for chocolate. My hair was going every which way, my eyes were swollen, and I was practically hiccuping through my tears as I put another bite of chocolate cake in my mouth. I have never felt so pregnant.