How $100 Can Turn You Into a Crazy Lady

I used to see a therapist and it was pretty much awesome.  (Well except the $100 per hour part.)  Back then, when I felt like crying, I would take deep breaths to hold back the tears.  One day, my shrink said, "Why do you do that?  Why not just cry?" 

I didn't cry because if I cried every time I felt like it, I would be a mess all day every day.  But after that session, I decided to give it a try, and I just went ahead and cried whenever I felt like it.  Oh yeah, and every since.  I can't stop the tears anymore, even if I take huge breaths.  I just look like a blubbering idiot gasping for air.

Yesterday I was in the shower and I started crying.  I was thinking about when my son was born.  My pregnancy with him was like a dream - I was never sick, I loved being pregnant, and when I actually gave birth, I had to push TWICE.  Yep, twice.  Nice right?  Then there was the bliss after he was born of just looking at him and loving him unconditionally already.

And that's what I cried about.

It is just incredible how you can love a little person so instantly with pure raw emotion and without any prejudice on whether or not they'll love you back.  My husband looked at him and said, with tears in his eyes, "I would live or die for him right now."  I would have too, and we both still would to this day.

Happiest day of my life.