Ok, I'm a little tired of looking at the skid mark safe post, so I've been trying to think about what I could blog about for the last two days, but of course, seeing how I have a grotesque and slightly disturbing picture of dirty underwear on my blog, I can't think of ANYTHING, so there it sits...for 3 days.
What to talk about??
Well, let's talk about my freaking pregnancy hormones and the apparent record-breaking levels of estrogen that are currently coursing through my veins.
I cry. A lot lately. And over really dumb stuff.
First off, let me just tell you that I most often cry
a) when someone else is crying. It doesn't matter who you are, if it's heartfelt, and someone else is hurting and crying, it could bloody well be Hitler, and I'd be crying along with him.
b) when I'm really really angry. Which really really sucks, because nothing says "I'm-so-pissed-at-you-and-I'm-going-to-verbally-tear-your-head-off" like bursting into tears. REALLY takes the wind out of my sails, if you know what I mean. And makes me look like a blubbering idiot.
Well, lately, the crying is over anything, at the drop of a hat. Luckily, only poor Steve-o has been subjected to this so far - I'm pretty good at abstaining from random fits of tears in front of friends, so this is a good thing. Let me just tell you what has made me cry in the last 3 days:
1. 2 episodes of Grey's Anatomy reruns.
2. Not going to the gym one day and feeling like a huge pregnant cow.
3. Tucking the boys in bed.
4. The boys being naughty.
5. Driving around with Steve and the boys yesterday, bursting into tears. Why?? Because I was tired. That was it. Just wanted a nap.
6. And the best one yet? Today. The scene in Polar Express when Santa is flying through the air and is saying, "...now dash away, dash away, dash away all!" and he shoots off into the sky and the pretty music comes on.....the tears are roll'n.
I know. Go ahead and laugh.
But that scene is MOVING, doggone it! I don't care what you say.
And if you don't think so, you obviously hate Christmas.
And thus, Jesus.
So don't laugh too loud.
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5 comments:
HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!
I must hate X-mas because out the 2 times I saw that movie yesterday, I was not moved the slightest bit.
You sound like a big baby!!! Hahaha!! I can't stop laughing:)
Ill bring you a big box of Kleenex next time I see you.
Sorry, now I'm being mean.
Anyway, I tried my hand @ blogging today.
P.S. - I still love your kids!!!
Well, that settles it... You ARE having a girl... no way a boy can crank those hormones up to that level... feel free to call and cry on the phone to us anytime you want!
I cried once when preggers with my first because...
I walked by a white chocolate and cinnamon coated candy apple at a Rocky Mountain Candy Factory and Robb didn't offer to buy it for me.
Bawled like a baby.
Of course, he got it for me as soon as he could understand what I was saying between sobs.
It'll be funny later.
this is all a ploy to escape the vexxing AL-BENY to get back up North......must be the pecan dust
TWL - watch it girl, or i'll sic my naughty children on you.
Rob - I hope you're right. I hope it IS a girl. A nice quiet little girl, who likes to read books and color quietly with crayons.
Ness - Mmmmm...That sounds SOOooo good. although we don't have a RMCF anywhere near here. So now I'm missing it...you're going to make me start crying.
Anonymous - if you're a southerner, make sure you pronounce it right. It's "peee-CAN" (emphasis on the "can") as I was informed when I came here. I always thought it was "pi-kahn", me and the Webster's dictionary, but what do we know?
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