Emo Katie is back. The crying fits have returned.
I tend to like Angry Clomid Katie better than Emo Estrogen Katie. Why? This is mostly because I can control Angry Katie. Emo Katie, on the other hand, can appear at any given time.
Since this is Thanksgiving week, there will be plenty of opportunities for me to make a complete ass of myself by bursting into tears in front of large gatherings of people for no apparent reason.
I wish I could say I knew what set it off. Some of the obvious things are babies, pregnant women, baby clothes, commercials with babies, and pretty much anything having to do with children. But even certain songs, smells, and facial expressions make me cry. There’s just no telling when the waterworks might turn on.
Last night’s crying episode was self-induced. I made the mistake of going on a person’s Facebook page (a person who is pregnant) and reading the comments about how “wonderful it is to be a parent” and “there’s nothing like it.” Which of course leads me to the immediate reaction of, “WHAT IF I NEVER FEEL THAT?!”
No, really. What if I never feel that?