Hormonal Hannah over here

Hormones... I know they can take a toll on you during pregnancy so what have they done to me?  I am now a cry-baby.  Not all the time, but lots more the past few weeks than normal.  If the alternative is being a psycho, I think I'm glad I've got the tears instead.  (For Russell's sake, let's hope the psycho part doesn't ever come out lol).  I am personally amused by the different things that have prompted my crying, so I thought I'd share with you here.

I'm in the car on my way to a Tippi Toes dance class a couple weeks ago and "Don't Take the Girl" by Tim McGraw came on the radio.  I love that song, but it's never caused me to cry before.  It gets to the part when they are at the hospital having a baby, but the momma is "fading fast."  Oh. my. goodness... I just started crying!  Had to pull it together fast and teach a dance class!  

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2-TXBniRz1g
You can see the really old school video and much less attractive Tim McGraw here.

Not too long after we found out we were pregnant, we dropped my car off to get an oil change, leaving Copper by himself for maybe 20 minutes.  We came back home to find Russell's brand new Bible, completely shred in to a million pieces in the living room.  Russell was LIVID.  He picked Copper up by the scruff of his neck and put him on the couch.  No abusive behavior or anything but he was mad and letting Copper have it with his words.  I burst into tears and couldn't stop saying, "he's just a dog, don't worry about it, we'll get you a new Bible, stop yelling at him."  Lol!!  I think it's funnier if you could have witnessed it.  Russell actually looked at me like "what is going on?" and stopped yelling.  I win.

It looked like this... oh wait.  This is one of my old Bibles he shredded months prior.  You would think we would learn our lesson.  Our dog loves to tear into God's Word.

Worship at church... It is not uncommon for me to be overwhelmed by the Holy Spirit while I am singing to Him at church, but it is pretty much guaranteed that I will cry EVERY Sunday now.

One day last week Russell came home for lunch unexpectedly.  He had a conference call and took Copper back in the guest bedroom (what will be the nursery) for the call so I could have some uninterrupted work time.  When I heard him get off the phone, I went back there and laid on the bed with him.  We talked for almost an hour... how to arrange the nursery furniture, our jobs, Christmas stuff, etc.  Then out of nowhere I burst into tears again!  "We don't do this enough... lay in bed and talk.  Can we do this more?  Please?  In 7 months we're really not going to do this because we'll be worried about a baby... please tell me we can do this more often in the next several months?"  Again, tears streaming throughout.  My sweet husband contained his laughter to just a smile, consoled me, and promised we would do this more often.  He is good to me. :)

I'm sure there will be more crying episodes to come!  And if there are any psycho episodes, I'll let you know of those too.