Stupid hormones

I used to be tough.  I rarely cried, except in extreme circumstances.  My stoicism would have made the Spartans proud.

And then I got pregnant.

Now I cry at every stupid little thing.  Like this week, Michael and I were watching the Today show.  They were talking about a town in Alaska that still had mountains of snow.  So we were talking about how some towns needed supplies this winter which led to a discussion of the origins of the Iditarod Sled Dog Race.  And I started crying at the thought of those babies who otherwise would have died if they hadn't gotten their medicine in the middle of that winter. 

This is totally unacceptable.  I get that baby is going to take my body from me, but does s/he really have to take my mind too?  Hrmph.