so hi.

i promise to post a “regular” update and put up some pictures soon, but life’s been sort of … beyond … these past couple of weeks so i’m behind.

instead, you’re gonna get a taste of what it’s like to be crazy-hormonal with the crying and stuff.

today we took a slight detour to target to pick up some random stuff. on our way to the maternity “section” (in my opinion, 3 little racks does not a section make), was the children’s clothing section. a little onesie with “i (heart) daddy” on it threatened to completely destroy me. i was able to escape with just a few tears/sobs. most of this was due to the very, very recent passing of my own father, but still. it wasn’t like it said “i (heart) grandpa”. i tried not to blame the hormones but…

after i’d recovered fairly well and we were almost out the door, we passed by the card section. “gee, i guess we should get cards for our moms, huh? and maybe one for my grandmother since we’re going to see them, too.”

omg the weeping. from realizing that i could get “new grandma” cards for the moms, to recalling how i was going to tell my parents by simply giving them a card and signing it “twerp jr.” (what my dad did for mom’s day when she was pregnant with me…only w/out the “jr”), to seeing all the “happy new mom to you” cards, i just couldn’t keep it together. random tears and sniffling followed me all the way to the register when i realized that i needed kleenex (i have a cold something fierce). when i realized it was “too late” to get kleenex, i almost started crying again. fortunately, a more logical head prevailed, but ryan almost had to force me to go get some. it turns out you can go through the checkout lines more than once if you need to, especially if you’ve got someone on the other side to watch your stuff.

who knew? certainly not crazy hormonal me.