What will make me cry today?

Ugh, I forgot what a kick in the pants post-partum hormones are. I'm so weepy! Poor Jesse keeps coming across me crying and when he asks what's wrong it's always something like "There's a hairball in the shower drain!" or "I forgot to put salt on my corn!" or "Elle stopped using a sippy cup!"

The other day my mom came over to drop off some dinner (because she is the best mom ever and is making dinner for us for every night for a whole week) and I answered the door in tears. She asked what was wrong and the best answer I could give her was "The toilet isn't flushing right!"

I'm a mess.

But I'm not really. Really I'm feeling pretty good. Sometimes I feel so good that that makes me cry. If I start to think too much about the birth I start to get weepy with happiness.

Yesterday I talked on the phone with J and he just went on and on about how much I mean to him and B and how they can never thank me enough for what I've done and how their whole family is so thankful. Finally I had to cut in and say "J, yesterday I cried over a toilet that wouldn't flush right. Do you have any idea what you're doing to me right now?"

I was a big pile of blubbery goo by the time we got off the phone. It was a good kind of blubbery goo. Much better than the pile of goo I was turned into by watching a former porn star/drug addict do ballet. Damn you Celebrity Rehab.