I've been pretty even-keel emotionally throughout my pregnancy (well, as even-keel as someone whose husband has terminal cancer and who is pregnant can be). In the past few weeks, though, everything makes me cry. For example:
1. Yesterday, it took me 30 minutes instead of the usual 20 to get home from work. Tears ensued.
2. Last week, we installed a Frog Pod in our bathroom for future bath-toy storage. It's really cute. Today after I took a shower, it fell off the wall and crashed into the tub, taking the mounting equipment along with it. No one was hurt, but I was so sad about the Crash of the Frog Pod that I cried.
3. I got home from work kind of late one day last week; I had gone to a happy hour thing with coworkers where much fun had been had but there was not much to eat. I had fantasized all the way home about eating some leftovers from our fridge. When I got home, I found that my husband had eaten said leftovers, as was well within his right. I cried anyway.
4. We wanted to see a movie over the weekend. The one we wanted to see was not playing at a convenient time. Oh, the emotional pain, soothed only by tears!
5. I had a mighty struggle getting my car into a parallel parking spot during our weekend getaway to Maine. In fact, I never got it to work; I gave up after five or so attempts and, tears streaming down my face, moved along in search of a more friendly place to park.
I could go on, but you get the idea. My lesson here: hormones are powerful things.