I am not much of a crier...well, only when I am really mad which ticks me off because it never helps my argument.
So this pregnancy is clearly very different from the one with Owen. I cry at everything. The other day, Owen was moved up to a new room at daycare and I cried twice the day he finally moved up for good. Once in the morning when he was playing alone and I saw him as I was leaving and once that afternoon when I picked him up and he was playing alone outside. I know that kids his age have no clue what friends are but I was so sad. He is the most adorable, lovable angel, everyone should want to be his friend.
Today, I have hit rock bottom. I just finished a crying session in my office after looking at Waffles the cat and his swollen paw because he was stung by a bee. You can see this adorable but sad pic at www.cuteoverload.com, which is one of my favorite websites to go to because it had cute pictures of cats that make me laugh.
Waffles (great name by the way) Get well soon.
This is going to be a long 5 months.