I have always been a crier. I cry at movies, especially Disney
cartoon movies but I mean who didn’t cry when Bambi’s mom got shot? Disney are
some sick F*ck’s putting that in a baby movie. Oprah could make me cry
sometimes. Just thinking of certain sad things can set me off with the water
works. I definitely think a good cry can be therapeutic.
Lately (since I first got knocked up that is), the weepiness
has been out of control. Of course Oprah made me cry like 5 times this year. I’ve
been avoiding Disney movies. Sometimes I’ve just needed to cuddle my baby to
ward off the tears. Yesterday, I literally had to stop my train of thought and completely
change what I was thinking of to avoid crying. Today, I completely freaked out
at Hubby and had to yell at him to stop talking. I’m minding my own business,
feeding angel baby, when in he walks and just starts telling me about this
horrendous case of animal abuse. I tell him I don’t want to randomly hear about
extreme cruelty to greyhounds that goes on in Spain when I can barely stand
what they do to race dogs here. He continues to tell me horrible things so I had
no choice but to scream at him. He then looks at me like I am insane and tries
to say that he just wanted to tell me about one dog getting rescued from blah
blah blah and tries to explain the abuse again! Needless to say I hollered at
him again and he finally got the point. I was on the verge of tears during all
this.
I know what is going to happen next. I am going to be
sitting in class, suddenly his awful story is going to pop into my head, and I’m
going to look like a crazy lady who bursts into tears for no reason in the
middle of school.
So I ask, when does the crying stop?!? And for that
matter, when does the ridiculous hair loss stop too? I am shedding so much I
have broken the vacuum.
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