Thursday, December 3, 2009
13 weeks, 4 days pregnant
Nope, this isn’t a post about peeing — although it could be, considering I pee nightly at 1 a.m. and 5 a.m. Like clockwork.
This is a post about crying.
I should start by explaining that I have watched A Baby Story
for years — since high school. I was always obsessed with babies and kids and having
babies and kids, so I thought it was the coolest.
When Bringing Home Baby
debuted, I loved it even more — because it spared the gross labour shots and just focused on bringing the cute little bundle home. And although I occasionally felt emotional, I never cried.
Now? I’m a basket-case when I watch those shows!
Oh, and it’s not just birth/baby shows. It’s also baby commercials, baby movies, baby blogs. I range between tearing up and actually having tears roll down my face, depending on how sappy/adorable it is.
I even sobbed at Baby on Board
a few weeks ago, which is without a doubt the stupidest
movie in existence.
I will most definitely sob when I first start feeling Little Baby move — could be within the next few weeks — so it looks like I’d better invest in some new waterproof mascara.