Oprah sucks

I watch Oprah when I'm home. I don't obsessively tape it though...Just something to have on the TV for noise, I guess.

Well, after the first trimester emotional meltdowns and crying all the time had stopped, I thought that we had moved on to pre pregnancy emotional status quo. Apparently not...

Some adoption story first had me bawling. Then Dr. Phil, then Oprah, then a rerun of Extreme Makeover Home Edition...Damn. I only cry like this if I'm getting sick.

I'm not talking little sniffles. I'm talking huge ass crocodile tears rolling down my face, complete with the snotty nose that needed to be blown.

I thought I was supposed to cry at Hallmark commercials, not Oprah. I'm really glad that no one was around to see me bawling my little eyes out this afternoon. Although, thankfully I was at least crying over SOMETHING. When I was first pregnant, I'd sit on N's couch for hours and just cry over nothing at all. And I'd feel bad because he didn't know what to do and I'd feel bad for making him feel bad, which in turn would make me cry some more...Vicious cycle those hormones are.