Hormone Havoc

I actually cried last night. I never cry about my own life. I can cry at beautiful music or a tragic movie, or even just because someone else is crying, but I never cry on my own. I remember crying once in small group about 8 years ago and everyone being so shocked (myself included) that they gave me a group hug. It's not a neurosis or anything - I cried plenty as a kid and my parents were very encouraging. I just don't tend to express my emotions that way as an adult. And I haven't had much to cry about in my life.

Until last night, apparently (not). I'd been looking forward to this particular Moms-and-More event for months, and then yesterday Noah started coughing up a lung. No fever. Clear snot. Happy kid. But a ridiculously dramatic-sounding cough. And no babysitters available. I tried everything, but how many people could possibly want to babysit a semi-sick kid on a weekday morning with about 12 hours notice?

So at 8pm last night, I sat across the table from Josh and cried. He laughed, it was soooo not like me. And the reason (sticking out of my midsection) was SO obvious. And the supposed cause SO not worthy of the effect. But there you have it. I'm a blubbering mass of hormones who's upset she's going to miss a party.

Which is when my prince charming saved the day. He canceled his very important work meetings to stay home while I went out and partied (i.e. discussed meal planning with preschool moms). It was wonderful. And so is he. Now I'm just hoping we can make it another twenty weeks without another ludicrous display of my 5-year-old self.

(Picture caption: Noah was not quite as happy about me going to my party, though it took him a whole 10 seconds to get over it: vacuuming with Daddy did the trick.)