The Dirt on Pregnancy Weblog

I was sitting in traffic the other day and passed by a lady sitting in her dead car. It must have recently died because traffic hadn’t started to back up behind her. I see this lady just sitting there, not really doing anything. She wasn’t on her cell phone calling anyone or getting out to look at her car/engine. I thought, “oh great, this will be good for traffic on a two lane road…”  Then, I saw a man walking by on the sidewalk start to come over to her. He must have told her to put her car in neutral because he then went to the back of her car to push. Then, two men in a moving truck directly behind her hopped out and ran to the back of her car to help push. The three of them were able to push her car to the side of the road and clear the road for traffic. The event was so inspiring to watch, I started crying. I would never have cried at something like that before being pregnant. So here I am wiping my tears and driving away.  It was bizarre. That was the first of many experiences I have had where I just start crying at all sorts of things. The local tragedy in our town has been tough to read about without crying even though I didn’t know any of the victims. My husband and I like to workout to The Biggest Loser and even that show made me tear up. The mere thought of giving birth to a baby makes me cry because, “it’s just so special and miraculous.”  What is going on?

I hope I snap out of this emotional phase quickly because I hate being a sally.