…and I don’t mean Noah. Pregnancy and his subsequent birth must have permanently altered my body chemistry because I’ve found a new strength in my emotional response that I’d never experienced before.
– I’m unable to watch anything birth related without crying like a baby.
– I read stories on peoples blogs about sickness or sorrow and I feel their pain and cry too. I’ve had a deep down ugly cry in response to their stories on more than one occasion.
– Upon hearing the news of a distant family member getting the heart transplant they needed, I teared up. I don’t even know the woman personally yet I found myself having to suppress tears.
– Finding out a close friend is pregnant
– Beautiful writing gets me every time. It could be happy/sad whatever, if it’s eloquently written, I fall into the story and find myself in tears.
– Looking at my son and realizing how much I love him (and watching my husband beam with pride at our little boy)
and the list goes on…
Now, I realize these situations probably do warrant a good emotional response but I’ve never been that person. I’ve never been “weepy”. I’ve always had my emotions under control and would be able to outwardly project a calm, cool, collected facade when in fact I was crying inside.
Now, don’t get me wrong, before this pregnancy and birth I would cry at sad movies and other situations that warranted a good cry but these days I find myself crying/reacting to/feeling so much more. I’m not sad otherwise in fact I’m quite the opposite. I’m in love with my life, my child, my husband, my family, and everything. And I don’t want this to trigger alarm bells in anyone, I’m just surprised at this new inability to turn off the waterworks:)
Perhaps it’s because being a mom has opened my eyes to an amazing new world …or it just could be the lack of sleep…