I’ve joked quite a bit that I’d probably spend my last week of maternity leave in tears. I’m not really a sensitive person so even though I joked about it – I really didn’t think I’d actually cry. I mean, I didn’t cry when Annie got her 2 month immunizations (despite the doctor trying to “comfort” me – I just looked horrified because she screamed her head off while staring at me as though she was thinking, “WTF, MOM?!”).
But today, I cried. Despite Annie poop-leaking (I’m now making up verbs) through 2 outfits today (while visiting a friend! I can’t believe I had the foresight to pack 2 changes of clothes!) and spitting up / throwing up all over my sweater… I had a moment.
Sometimes, I hold Annie and sway/rock/dance to music on my iPod. If I know the words, I’ll sing as well. I enjoy these moments (although I’m not sure how much Annie really likes it). We were having a good time rocking to some music but then Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros’ song “Home” came on and as I started to sing it… I cried.
And then I felt totally lame.
I need to watch more things like this to snap me out of this sappiness.