Pregnancy does some strange things to your emotions.
You mommas out there know. And some of you women know at certain times of the month. And most of you men will never know. [And I think we all prefer it that way.]
To be honest, most of the time I feel completely normal. But sometimes, the waterworks turn on at the most random times and I have no idea - no idea - why I'm crying.
The first time I noticed this hormonal phenomenon, I was at the Devey family reunion. We were in the middle of a talent show, and one of Tim's nephews got up to demonstrate his karate skills, complete with loud "Heeyah!"s and "Yah!"s. Suddenly I found my eyes filling with tears as I took in this...tender...moment. My logical side did its absolute best to convince my brain that my hormones were being absurd, and yet somehow, the knowledge alone didn't take away the tears.
The next absurd story took place in Primary [which is a church class for kids if you're unfamiliar]. A little girl was giving her talk and named off the various sports she liked to play. For each sport she mentioned, her mom got out a visual aid.
"I like to run," she said, as her mom pulled out her sneakers.
"And I like to play soccer," she said, as her mom pulled out a soccer ball.
"And I like to play baseball," she said, as her mom got out her glove.
Somewhere down the list of favorite sports, my eyes began to fill with tears as if this was the most touching moment I'd ever encountered in my entire life. I glanced over at Tim to see him looking at me, trying unsuccessfully to mask a smile as he noticed my unshed tears.
My favorite - and probably most absurd - hormonal moment came last night as I watched this video:
For some reason last night this video made me feel all teary-eyed and tenderhearted as I listened to the ridiculous lyrics and watched the hilarious dance moves. Tonight I watched it again and laughed hysterically - mostly from the knowledge that it had somehow made me cry the night before.
In semi-related news, yesterday I threw up at work more times than I'd like to think about, but somehow, I felt all cheery and lighthearted as I gave students the bad news that it was now too late to sign up for classes.
You never know. You just never know.