For Cryin' Out Loud. . .

Okay, I'm already somewhat of an emotional person. But when I'm pregnant, watch out! Especially towards the end. It seems like I just keep falling apart, bit by bit, piece by piece, until there's nothing left but a dysfunctional puddle.

Justin knows we're getting to the end when I cry about seemingly everything. Here are some examples:
--Coming home from a weekend of little trips (a trip to the Oquirrh Mountain Temple and my cousin's missionary report in his sacrament meeting) in the van, I realized that this was the last time we would ever go on a family excursion in it. Sob. . . (Justin told the kids we should just head straight to the hospital after this episode!)
--After spending too much time that I didn't have trying to get large car seats strapped into the Suburban the proper way (and mixing up the instructions), and realizing that the way I had envisioned things wasn't going to work, I was in tears and wishing not-very-nice things to whomever decided that built-in car seats shouldn't be the standard in all vehicles (like in my van!). Oooh, teary and testy!
--After spending a very long day getting the Suburban registered and the van signed over to someone else, I went out to turn off our water main (long story) and saw the van just sitting there by the curb waiting for its new owner. Memories flooded through my mind, and I just stood there, weeping, with my hand on the van. I am so sappy. Then, as I went into the house, I told the Suburban "welcome to the family." I am so sappy and dumb.
--Watching the van drive away for the last time, I cried again.
--My apple tree had to be cut down to make room for the new shed which has had to be postponed, but will be built soon. There was no other way to make it work unless we spent horrendous amounts of money, which would be ridiculous. Sniff.
--I thought about how Jeremy is so young and will not really understand why suddenly his mommy cannot pick him up and is constantly holding this little baby all the time. What will he think? Will he think I don't love him anymore? Oh, the tears!
--I took the kids to Davis Hospital (mostly for the youngest kids' sake) so they could see where I would be staying and where they would meet their new sibling. A dad brought his new child in while we were looking at the other babies. I lost it, of course.

I could go on, but going past a sampling of the things from the past week would take pages and pages and would be totally boring. And, unfortunately, it's not going to stop anytime soon! You gotta love hormones!