Week Whatever .... Pass the Tissues!

Everybody knows women are sometimes moody and everbody knows hormones go haywire during pregnancy. I continue to feel relatively level headed (you might want to confirm with Dave - he may feel differently), but the tiniest things make me cry. Everything is just so darn touching.

I now have to avoid all music by Mark Schultz. Who? you ask. I don't know. I do not know anything about him except that the two songs that the Christian radio station plays by him bring to me the point of sobbing on a consistent basis. They are Letters from War and Walking her Home. Just when I got to the point of being able to appreciate Letters from War without crying, he came out with similar-toned Walking her Home. Oh my gosh. Come on. I was on my lunch break I was crying. I changed the station to retain a bit of my dignity (and to avoid redface, the ferocious aftermath of my tears). You might ask why I was listening to the Christian radio station in the first place ... I have hope that they will select better music eventually, that's why. Hope.

I also cried while watching Click. Yeah, it was very touching.

A few weeks ago our pastor played a short video during the service that made me tear up. When I saw a few other people wiping tears from their eyes I lost it and did not regain my composure until sometime that afternoon.

So ... will the baby have a tender heart? How could he not - Dave and I are both so easily touched (though, I will say, Dave did not cry when we watched Click).