I've ways been a cryer. But pregnancy has given a whole new dimension to my crying. For example, this past week I have cried because:
We walked by the NICU on our hospital tour.
I couldn't get the sheets off the bed.
I missed the hairstyle makeover section of What Not to Wear.
Steve was asleep and I wasn't.
My nose was stuffy.
I forgot to put my fuzzy socks in with the laundry.
We were out of ground turkey.
I can't explain most of these. Except missing the hairstyle makeover. That still hurts a little bit...