Cry Me a River

One of the transformations about me since having Peyton (other than my jelly belly) is that I cry over the smallest things. This is very uncharacteristic of me because when I told a friend this, she looked at me and said, “Hello? Is this my friend that I’ve known for how many years? Wait — you?!”

It started when I finally saw the Sex and the City movie. I bawled when Big didn’t show up at the church. “What’s wrong with me?!” I said to myself.

Then I was watching Grey’s Anatomy and started tearing. Then crying into my sleeve. The hub just stared at me like I was crazy. “It’s an episode about a sick little girl!” I told him. I thought it was my new found empathy for children and mothers.

But then it started happening with every episode. Sad or happy — I cried. When Meredith looked lovingly at Derek, I cried. When Alex was losing Izzie, I cried. I cried when I saw a Gatorade commercial about athletic accomplishment.

At first I thought maybe it was the hormones adjusting. But it’s been over a year now and I get teary just seeing baby pictures. Not even of Peyton. ANY baby! I used to laugh all the time at my mom when I was younger and she cried her eyes out just like I do now watching TV.  Oh, dear.