1. Weep fest number 1 happened while I was watching the season finale of Masterchef while making dinner. Joe came in the kitchen to find me weeping, WEEPING! over the fact that Christine, the blind contestant, had made it to the finale. I was sobbing. Tears running down my face. It was ridiculous. Joe hugged me and then ran for the video camera.
2. Last night Joe made an innocuous joke that I knew was not serious. I knew it wasn't. Normally I would have glowered at him and moved on. I even tried, because my brain was screaming, "DUDE! This is okay! It is OKAY!" but the hormones rose up like screaming banshees, drowning out my brain and said, "NOW IS A GOOD TIME TO SOB!" Which I did. Uncontrollably. For about 10 minutes. Poor, poor Joe. I felt terrible. He kept patting me and asking if I wanted him to go to the store for ice cream. (This is after we'd already taken a walk to Rite-Aid to get me ginger ale and vitamins since I'm apparently deficient in Vitamin D3.)
I'm really hoping this is not something that will last because it's just ridiculous. I'm hoping this week has been a little more difficult for me because I've had a really hard time overcoming how tired I felt after our whirlwind trip last weekend. Plus, my morning sickness seems to have decided it was being way too passive so I've felt pretty crummy every day in addition to some cramping as well (which the midwife assured me was perfectly normal). This weekend I can take it easy and get a lot of sleep so I'm happy about that.
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