I'm Pregnant. You know how I know? It's not the fact that Aunt Flow has been missing. It's not the spontaneous puking or the tender chest. It's not the anger that flies from my fingertips like lightening bolts. It's not the headaches.
It's the crying. Everyday. All day. I can't think of the last day I made it through, without tears.
Every little thing makes me cry. It doesn't even have to be something sad...I bawl like a baby.
I found myself sitting in the van yesterday...laughing...at myself...while I was crying.
Because I'm aware that I'm ridiculous. I'm aware that it's the hormones. This has to be a girl and we have to be sharing the estrogen, because it's getting out of control. I've been pretty good about hiding most of it ("No, no, Mommy's not crying...it's my allergies.") because I don't want everyone in my family to think that I need to be committed.
It's those moments when you are alone...and your mind starts to wander...that's when the tears come.
Damn! Even just thinking about it! Here it comes...