tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post6969022491389494989..comments2023-11-02T08:09:02.234-04:00Comments on Her Bad Mother: Cry, BabyHer Bad Motherhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03535958887714152413noreply@blogger.comBlogger51125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-26467842192460516072008-01-21T10:23:00.000-05:002008-01-21T10:23:00.000-05:00Hang in there. I think you are completely normal!...Hang in there. I think you are completely normal! AS much as that doesn't make it all BETTER, maybe it can help to know!Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10327991964710241536noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-52102344253524839702008-01-18T21:34:00.000-05:002008-01-18T21:34:00.000-05:00I tend to cry much easier over touching, happy, or...I tend to cry much easier over touching, happy, or sentimental things, than things that others would think of as sad. And I'm not even pregnant. I'm either prone to completely lose my sh*t and scream, or to tear up during my children's more endearing moments. And it's worse right around ovulation, of course. Hormones be dam*ed!<BR/><BR/>rpmAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-503683282750779132008-01-18T15:14:00.000-05:002008-01-18T15:14:00.000-05:00Never heard of pregnant women farting, must only b...Never heard of pregnant women farting, must only be you;-))<BR/><BR/>You should be happy about crying out of happiness. In could be becuase of misery instead.<BR/><BR/>Nice weekend<BR/><BR/>ADAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-68128464462419543442008-01-18T09:25:00.000-05:002008-01-18T09:25:00.000-05:00Yes, but tears get rid of nasty toxins that we rea...Yes, but tears get rid of nasty toxins that we really shouldn't be carrying around anyway. Maybe you need to cry more!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-49365434643602637802008-01-17T19:29:00.000-05:002008-01-17T19:29:00.000-05:00oh, darlin'. you're in a bad way. scratch that. ...oh, darlin'. you're in a bad way. scratch that. you're in the family way.<BR/><BR/>that explains a lot.<BR/><BR/>xxooShttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05602868040771218507noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-1855488281767883152008-01-17T18:11:00.000-05:002008-01-17T18:11:00.000-05:00Ha! I am sixteen months postpartum and listing to...Ha! I am sixteen months postpartum and listing to the kids sing their ABCs puts me on the verge of tears for being so sweet. No different from being preggo.Not Afraid to Use Ithttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11622378209801018927noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-12183920468483075422008-01-17T14:20:00.000-05:002008-01-17T14:20:00.000-05:00I so missed sleeping on my back! But I got so used...I so missed sleeping on my back! But I got so used to side sleeping that I still do it now.<BR/><BR/>Enjoy that chocolate all yourself....Damselflyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00139191935886860839noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-85219232832355939402008-01-17T13:21:00.000-05:002008-01-17T13:21:00.000-05:00I'm almost 13 weeks pregnant with my first. I cry ...I'm almost 13 weeks pregnant with my first. I cry at the Dog Whisperer; I have lost all ability to remember ANYthing; and the nausea? Not going anywhere - ask my Zofran AND Phenegren prescriptions. Egads.<BR/><BR/>Yet I, too, am happy as hell. Being a woman is tough. But man are we lucky.Abbyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12387869223038293214noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-87859128481521848312008-01-17T10:34:00.000-05:002008-01-17T10:34:00.000-05:00Here't to your wonderful tearstained life! Enjoy....Here't to your wonderful tearstained life! Enjoy.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-47543418605614155902008-01-17T10:12:00.000-05:002008-01-17T10:12:00.000-05:00oh catherine a big hug to you...you'd pee your pan...oh catherine a big hug to you...you'd pee your pants laughing at some of the ridiculous things i have wept over while pregnant....LAVANDULAAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-53616197976410272022008-01-17T09:45:00.000-05:002008-01-17T09:45:00.000-05:00the crying at everything is the worst for me. I fe...the crying at everything is the worst for me. I feel bad for DH and the kids b/c I am sooo grouchy and snap at them, but the crying seems to scare everyone more. Last night I wail and sobbed big fat tears because a cake I made stuck in the pan and came out in 9 million crumbly pieces. AFter I had gather myself back up and seemed to be doing ok, I started coughing really hard and peed myself a little.. then I cried about being incontinent.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-73487023676148783542008-01-17T09:30:00.000-05:002008-01-17T09:30:00.000-05:00Well you ARE carrying a brand-new person -- a real...Well you ARE carrying a brand-new person -- a real life -- in there - a privilege and adventure worthy of tears on its own (and probably hormonally consequential as well.) And you are facing a cosmic shift in the perfect Triad (that really set me into oceans of tears - so often. Especially when I heard the Rainbow Connection. What would it be like among the three of us when a new person showed up?) And do not forget that you are an exquisite writer with remarkable insight. ie Sensitive Artist. ie tearily-inclined. So I say enjoy it - you've earned every tear. Life is embracing you in emotionally enormous ways. Who wouldn't cry?Cynthia Samuelshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09246114204964806957noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-27766375692114523262008-01-17T01:51:00.000-05:002008-01-17T01:51:00.000-05:00When I was pregnant, I cried about everything. I ...When I was pregnant, I cried about everything. I thought it was so ridiculous, but my wise neighbor said, "Sometimes the soul needs to share the abundance of joy with the world. Each tear drop falls to the earth and the life inside of you is celebrated for an eternity."<BR/><BR/>I began to cry even harder. :) But I've never forgotten those words.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-69281922853066162882008-01-16T21:46:00.000-05:002008-01-16T21:46:00.000-05:00It is a mystery why pregnant women get that like a...It is a mystery why pregnant women get that like and yes, I remember being like that. There must be a reason for it but god only knows.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-11253540718945671982008-01-16T21:43:00.000-05:002008-01-16T21:43:00.000-05:00I totally understand where you are coming from.I c...I totally understand where you are coming from.<BR/><BR/>I call it the "second child syndrome". When I was pregnant with Bean, I cried more...I was more tired because his older brother still needed care no matter what, and I was definitely more moody (hubby denies that though...good for hubby!) because there is just so much more going on.<BR/><BR/>Like you when I saw Little Man do something I'd cry, when I felt Bean kick I'd cry too. I'd dream of the closeness I hoped they would share...and I would cry. (you get the point.)<BR/><BR/>So you have me and many others who understand.Kellyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14124477092362927110noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-48785508163397360822008-01-16T20:39:00.000-05:002008-01-16T20:39:00.000-05:00This post is Reason #2491 why I don't think I'll e...This post is Reason #2491 why I don't think I'll ever (intentionally) get pregnant again. I can't stand the weepy (the chocolates, though, those I could have right about now).<BR/><BR/>-andiAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-7901712046136026742008-01-16T20:28:00.000-05:002008-01-16T20:28:00.000-05:0019 months post birth, Pynchon has gathered the cou...19 months post birth, Pynchon has gathered the courage to tell me he considered running away while I was pregnant: the crying, the constant crying. And eating and farting, but mostly crying.<BR/><BR/>For me, it was the giggles, then all out laughing, then, 30 seconds later, uncontrollable sobbing. So I spent most of my later pregnancy trying not to smile. Funnnnn.Mimihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10812707312289852258noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-42921047643350461932008-01-16T20:15:00.000-05:002008-01-16T20:15:00.000-05:00I can relate to every word. Well, except the aver...I can relate to every word. Well, except the aversion to peanut butter.Julie Marshhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05386446012443269817noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-36073417011851008452008-01-16T20:01:00.000-05:002008-01-16T20:01:00.000-05:00Oh yeah. The crying, the farting, the chocolate, ...Oh yeah. The crying, the farting, the chocolate, the side sleeping. All of it. Ditto.Chicky Chicky Babyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18056206889322232109noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-38782382712227043722008-01-16T17:57:00.000-05:002008-01-16T17:57:00.000-05:00Hey, life is beautiful and deserves tears of happi...Hey, life is beautiful and deserves tears of happiness. Just don't go out and rent Friday Night Lights. Inspirational sports stories get me every time - I'm post partum, and I was weeping...at football of all thing. Their motto? "Clear Eyes. Full Hearts. Can't lose." It's a good motto. Makes me cry. More.Run ANChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06088821030860597465noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-85068039185635940202008-01-16T17:27:00.000-05:002008-01-16T17:27:00.000-05:00Ah. I remember those pregnancy days. Tear ducts ...Ah. I remember those pregnancy days. Tear ducts like water taps. <BR/><BR/>Mine lasted two years post-pregnancy before I turned back into a hardened b***.<BR/><BR/>Enjoy those tears while they last. There's so much sweet in that salty mix.Robbinhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02512361671288802965noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-55926111490533835502008-01-16T16:34:00.000-05:002008-01-16T16:34:00.000-05:00Dude, I fart a lot and I'm not pregnant anymore. I...Dude, I fart a lot and I'm not pregnant anymore. I like to fart. Hi, I'm Secret Agent Mama and I pass gas frequently!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-76741447911024629202008-01-16T16:21:00.000-05:002008-01-16T16:21:00.000-05:00OMG, I'm going to cry. Yup: crying because you're...OMG, I'm going to cry. <BR/><BR/>Yup: crying because you're happy. Must go out and buy pregnancy test pronto.motherbumperhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16053978199395919666noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-37627874915375438212008-01-16T16:08:00.000-05:002008-01-16T16:08:00.000-05:00Just eat the chocolate. Enjoy the chocolate. Cho...Just eat the chocolate. Enjoy the chocolate. Chocolate is good.<BR/><BR/>Nothing wrong with happy tears.<BR/>Or chocolate.<BR/><BR/>:-)ewe are herehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13339650361453626546noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21558474.post-474546253362972022008-01-16T15:32:00.000-05:002008-01-16T15:32:00.000-05:00Awww, sweetie. I actually just had a good little t...Awww, sweetie. I actually just had a good little tear session sitting in my office. Perhaps we are all hormonal? <BR/><BR/>Go forth and eat some more chocolate. You deserve it.Heather B.https://www.blogger.com/profile/07931351971982028473noreply@blogger.com