I used to be calm. Cool. Collected.
But something happened when I got pregnant, and I lost complete control of my emotions. (And my bladder. But that’s a whole other post.)
Anything sad, sweet or remotely HUMAN – and I become a hubbering, blubbering mess.
I have not watched a single movie since Colt’s birth that hasn’t made me hyperventilate.
I cried at The Hangover.