Dont Cry for Me Argentina!

OK, I don't know what's more exhausting, the natural exhaustion and fatigue associated with pregnancy or crying.

Yes, I was warned that I would become much more emotional, but I didn't expect this. Super Frenchie just laughs at me and thinks its the cutest thing ever because he says it not my personality. And this I know. Well, at least I'm not bitchy or moody; it would be disastrous and fatal if I were moody and bithcy instead. If this were the case I just have to induce myself into hibernation until the baby comes out. Fighting or bitchiness is exhausting, tiring and boring. There's something much more satifying about crying. Its like cleansing.

So I cry. And crying I have down; real glob-size tears, crocodile-size tears, you get it. One day Super Frenchie was cleaning up the room for me and started to put stuff on the bed. I personally don't like anything on the bed. I had asked him not to put anything on the bed - but he dumped the contents of one of my many travel bags on the bed near me so I can sort things for him to organize.

I tried to hold it in - but one of the zip lock bags touched me and I started to bawl... whhhhaaaaaaaaaaa. "I told you, I didn't want anything on the bed" and I just kept crying and crying until I started laughing with him. I cant help it and I don't know what sets it off. Its like a faucet and there's no shortage of the stuff. He laughs and holds me; I think its very endearing.

Another time I was craving for coconut juice. This night I was particularly not in the best of moods. He went down to the local deli and bought me the coconut juice. It wasn't the brand I wanted but to make matters worse it was infused with other flavors. And started to cry as I read aloud "coconut juice with pineapple" I cried, "it says pineapple...pineapple...pineapple". I dont want coconut pineapple...whhhhhhhaaaaaaaa. "Thats all they had bebe", he says, "you have pina colada". That made it worse... I cried til there were no more tears in me. I guess my craving or thrist was stronger then my displeasure with the pineapple part. I drank both cans and gracefully thanked him for going out in the cold to get me some pina-colada.