Where did these emotions comes from?

OK... yes, I'm pregnant.  With that comes a flood of emotions never quite seen before by myself or my husband.  But when I'm the one feeling like I'm getting a little too emotionally needy for my husband to handle, it must be pretty bad. 

I cry about everything and anything.  What's worse... it feels good.  I get these little sinus headaches if I hold in tears.  It's painful and makes me feel worse.  So here I am feeling all emotional and I want to cry about everything that I just let it out instead of holding it in.

But my husband doesn't like it when I cry, so he tries to make me laugh or say things to cheer me up.  This is so sweet and endearing.  He is doing everything in his power to make me feel loved and beautiful and happy during this emotionally trying time.  He is amazing!  Which also makes me cry... out of happiness.  Then he just hugs me real tight and tells me to knock it off.

I wish that I could control this.  It's pretty annoying.  At first, it was just sad movie scenes that made me cry uncontrollably.  Well... not even really sad ones.  I cried at the end of Twilight the last time I watched it.  For gosh sakes people, Bella was so worried that Edward would leave her in the hospital.  How could you not feel for her?

So if any of you have any suggestions on how I can control these waterworks, please let me know.  I'm running out of kleenex people!

Hormones

Since I don't truly know who my audience is comprised of, I'm taking the risk that someone will read this blog that hasn't heard the news...  We're expecting!  My life will practically revolve around this pregnancy for the next few months, and then my child after she is born, so now is as good a time as any to begin blogging about it.

To be honest with ya'll, I have been pretty miserable this last month.  Once the symptoms finally hit me, I couldn't shake the fatigue, frequent urination, stomach cramps, and 24/7 queasiness.  I've been emotional about everything from my much-to-early weight gain to the song playing on the radio.  I really want to enjoy this pregnancy, so I've been trying to just shed off this funk and start being positive about everything.

But today, I thought I had a breakthrough.  As I drove to a seminar this morning, an old Backstreet Boys number 1 hit came on the radio.  I found myself bouncing in my seat.  My head started bobbing and my fingers tapped the steering wheel.  As I picked up on those old familiar words, I started singing along softly.  About halfway through the song, I was belting out that tune like I was trying out for American Idol.

Backstreet Boys

Backstreet Boys

Everybody (backstreet's back)

Everybody

Rock your body

Everybody

Rock your body right.

Backsteet's back alright!

Oh my god we're back again

Brothers sisters everybody sing

Gonna bring the flavor, show you how

Gotta question for you, better answer now

Am I original?  Yeah!

Am I the only one?  Yeah!

Am I sexual?  Yeah!

Am I everything you need?

You better rock your body now

Now throw your hands up in the air

And wave 'em around like you just don't care

If you wanna party let me hear you yell

Cuz we've got it going on again

I was doing so well!  And then... my hormones took over.  The next song on the radio was the theme song to the movie Armageddon, "I don't want to miss a thing" by Aerosmith.  So what do I start thinking about?  Bruce Willis dying, of course!  He takes A.J.'s place to save the world.  He leaves his little girl behind so that she can be with A.J. and start a family.  And then Liv Tyler puts her hand on the television screen as it goes to white noise and static... "Daddy?  Daddy!"  (I'm a daddy's girl, so that didn't help the situation.)

I immediately start crying as I pull up to the next stop light.  (I started crying again as I picked the clip above from You Tube and watched it.)  I'm sure the guy in the truck next to me thought I was completely nuts.  Nope.  Sorry guy.  Not nuts.  Just pregnant.