Monday, February 06, 2006

The Weeping Machine

I have become this weeping machine. The height being when I started weeping when Sandra Bullock won "Miss Congeniality" in the movie of the same name. Also, every afternoon, sometime between 2 and 4 (when I'm not sleeping) there will be tears with absolutely no provocation.

I had to pity my husband when we were discussing doctor's appointments. He had read in a fatherhood book about one expectant father who was introduced to his wife's girly bits by the ob and thought it was really great. My husband and I are firmly of the camp that we're both more comfortable with a neck-up role for him. Unfortunately, I decided to become very distraught over the fact that while I didn't want him looking at my innards, I was also hurt that he was fine with that. He coped admirably by offering me a Canada Dry as, he has now learned, there seem to be very few things in this pregnant woman's life that can't be cured with Canada Dry, mellon, or ginger tea.


Mrs. Flinger said...

Oh, girl, I used to cry at "Queer Eye for the Straight Guy" and "Trading Spaces" every. day.

It gets better. But then you cry because you love your baby. Or you are tired. Or you're PMSing. Embrace it. It's part of mommyhood.

Becky said...

I may buy stock in kleenex...