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.
Thank God I’m not alone. I’m the exact same way, we always used to tease my mom for crying at EVERYthing, and now after my first I’m a huge weeper.