To give some background, my DH and I have been watching some BBC productions of Shakespeare plays over the past few weeks. Shakespeare is one of his favorite authors, and it's been fun to share his love with him. Yesterday, he had been looking forward to most of the day to watching the DVD of Henry the Fifth together, but earlier in the evening, he put it off so that we could do something I wanted to do. By the time we started watching it, I was so tired I could barely keep my eyes open. He noticed it, and kindly suggested that we go to bed and watch it another night. I burst into tears because I had really wanted to do this for him (he's been so sweet and understanding lately and I wanted to do something for him for a change). He was really nice about putting it off, and we went to bed. I quickly fell asleep, only to halfway wake up a couple hours later, completely convinced that King Henry thought that I was plotting to steal his crown. I knew that whatever I did--whether I fell back asleep or kept myself awake--Henry would read it as evidence that I was planning to take over the kingdom. I was awake enough to question my logic, but not quite awake enough to undelude myself. I finally woke up my ever-enduring DH. DH: "What's wrong, honey?" Me: "I don't know, I think it's the king." DH: "What king?!?!?!?" Me: "King Henry. He thinks I want to take over his kingdom." The nicest thing? DH didn't even laugh at me (although he was snickering a bit this morning). He talked to me calmly, and helped to soothe me back to sleep. Meanwhile, I tried to reason with myself that being such a lowly minion, it would be a delusion of grandeur to think that Henry would be worried about me stealing his kingdom. I don't know what I'd do during this pregnancy without my kind DH!!!
I can totally relate! My husband and I were watching football last night and he kept flipping on "Saw" during commercials. After seeing the end of Saw, I went to sleep but had horrible thoughts of being stuck in the movie almost all night. I ended up being awake from 1am until about 4am because I didn't want to try and sleep because scenes from Saw kept creeping into my head. It was awful! I woke up this morning and told him - no more scary movies for me before bed!
That's interesting (and freaking hilarious!). The last few weekends all I have the energy to do is go to a movie. So we've seen: The Bourne Ultimatum, Harry Potter and Superbad the last 3 Sat nights. Every night that we've done that all I've dreamt about all night is that I am IN the movie. This goes on all night. I have to say that it wasn't very restful doing all those stunt scenes with Matt Damon (too bad I couldn't have dreamt something a bit more romantic about him? That gives me an idea...maybe I need to go see a love story featuring someone that I think is really hot? Hmmm......)
I've been thinking that they need to come up with some kind of pregnancy rating system for movies--maybe broken down by trimester. Like PG (prenatal guidance suggested) or MA/R (maternal audiences restricted). :lol: There are movies I just can't watch now in my third trimester that were okay before I was pregnant, or even during my first trimester. I'm just so...emotional and suggestible right now!