Not this past weekend, but the weekend before that, we went back to country Victoria to celebrate Inspector Climate's birthday with his parents. While we were there, I fell in love. At first, it was just a weekend fling - night time shenanigans if you will, but now, it's infiltrated my every day life.
I'm talking about a hot water bottle. Yes, it sleeps next to me on the bed every night. I whisper sweet nothings to it as it warms my belly and lulls me to sleep with it's warmth. Once it is warm no longer, I push it away so it just lays quietly next to me in bed.
I don't think I could live without this hot bottle. So warm. So snuggily. So comforting.
Inspector Climate feels like he was made redundant. And now, in an effort to compete with the hot water bottle, Inspector Climate offers to "make me a hot water bottle."
"I'll make it for you if you want," he exclaims! As if it is some complicated process, that boiling water and pouring it, that only he has mastered.
Of course, I tease. Because I love that he wants to make me feel warm and comfortable - even if it is with another.
I've always been against hot water bottles, they seem silly and bit wasteful for some reason. But now, I couldn't live without mine and the way it seems to heal my tummy (I'm now taking some gross herbs from the acupuncturist twice a day, two different types of pills, and iron tablets all of which make my tummy feel not it's best).
And so we've embraced the new addition to our marriage - well at least I have.