It seems nothing is safe for me these days. A sappy TV moment? Tears. One mis-spoken word from my husband? Sobbing. One well-spoken word from my husband? The snot flows.
It's ridiculous, really.
I wish I could control it, honestly I do, but it seems my tear ducts have a mind of their own.
Thus, as we wait out this pregnancy, we're investing in tissues and my eyes seem to be in a constant puffy state.
So, if you see me start to tear up, please ignore it and know, it's nothing personal and I'm not broken. I'm just pregnant.