Bah

I may have mentioned in passing (cough) that Significant Other loathes Christmas and everything Christmas-related. The past three years have been a bit of a struggle as I love the festive season, but generally speaking we've all managed to have a fairly nice day.

This year, though, I think that it was all too much for him. We got to my parents' and did the traditional gift exchange, after which Significant Other retired to the spare room bed with his book. He came down for lunch and then went back up again, came down for dinner and then went back upstairs. My parents have become used to Significant Other yawning and sulking on the sofa in previous years but this year I could see them exchanging puzzled looks. My dad was even worried enough to keep my wine glass topped up (usually I'm allowed one glass maximum).

Meanwhile, I was miscarrying my third pregnancy. The clinic had told me that it would "be like a period, perhaps a bit heavier". Erm...not so much. The pain, the - well - the free-flow necessitating a visit to the loo four times an hour, and the pain. Even my mother didn't blink when she saw me wash down analgesics with a mouthful of Merlot.

Significant Other managed to muster up enough energy to come down to brunch the next day, which eased my parents' minds a little bit. He was silent the whole drive home and as soon as we got through the front door he retired to the bed and has been there ever since, only emerging for meals which I insist cannot be eaten in the bedroom.

We were meant to be going to visit some friends of mine for a few days over New Year, but Significant Other said this morning that he wasn't sure he felt like it after all. I'm torn - I really want to go anyway; they are very close friends whom I don't see nearly enough since they left London, and they live by the sea. I love being by the sea, it's where I'm unfailingly happy. But - I can't leave Significant Other alone over New Year, that's just not nice.

This year just doesn't stop sucking!!