Tuesday, April 06, 2010

For some reason, the PH brings home a comedy every single time he rents a movie these days...

Remember when our family dog (well, she was until kat's lil sis stole her), Callie died? And I said I couldn't stop crying after lil sis called me at work to tell me? I wasn't kidding. I could not stop crying.

I cried for at least 30 minutes, including everything from quiet tears dripping onto my shirt to huge sobs. I went through the rest of the box of tissues on my desk and had to resort to using paper towels to soak up the tears (and I don't even want to admit to how many paper towels I used). I cried until I was dehydrated. I thought I was done crying and started doing some work, but had to stop because I couldn't see the computer screen through my tears.

I cried until I finally started laughing because I honestly didn't know how to stop crying. I thought I might not be able to stop until the baby was born. So, yeah, those hormones are nothing to be messed with if I, who rarely shows emotion, can't stop weeping. I think the Pretend Husband is a little scared by them. I have a feeling if the car died, our house went into foreclosure and he lost his job, he still wouldn't tell me out of fear of starting the waterworks no one knows how to turn off.

2 comments:

Gucci Mama said...

Stupid hormones. I remember when I was pregnant with Ella and Allstate commercial made me cry. That was kind of a low point.

Anything Fits a Naked Man said...

Ah, hormones! Gotta love 'em! They scare the menfolk so, don't they?