. . . and I am weepy.
I am a weepy, emotional mess.
I've cried (or have been close to crying) three times this morning:
1. One of my best buddies called me at 7:15 a.m. He and I don't talk on the phone regularly, so I knew something wasn't right when he called. He called for advice: He caught his girlfriend of seven years with another guy. When he first told me, I got choked up. What? I was sad for him, but I didn't realize it would make me so emotional.
2. I did my usual morning news read through the local papers' online Web sites, and came across this story about how police are trying to track down a person who abandoned their baby in a trash can. The baby is doing fine, and the article is completely void of emotion, yet I found myself with tears on my cheeks thinking about this baby girl.
3. When I did my morning check of the TTCYFC board, I read that one of the long-timer girls was pregnant after her second IUI. Again, tears. HAPPY tears! I just kept saying to myself, "It's so wonderful!" Now, I normally get happy for every long-timer who gets their BFP, but I hardly ever cry about it.
Damn hormones. I hope the people at Olive Garden are nice during lunch. I'm bound to cry if they run out of breadsticks.