-- hearing people yell "I'm debt free" on Dave Ramsey's show. Not sure why, but I started choking up each time. I don't even know these people, I couldn't even tell you their names.
-- my husband casually mentioning it would be "more fun" to go out to dinner with other people rather than just me on Valentine's Day. Don't worry, I think he realized his error soon after. :)
-- looking at Jack's newborn pictures and thinking about the day he was born. Gets me every time.
-- watching "A Baby Story." Okay this was the worst one yet. I was watching an episode where the mom was preparing to deliver twins. Jack had just woken up from his nap and was extra-cuddly. So he had his arms wrapped around my neck with his head on my shoulder and I'm watching this lady cry while she says goodbye to her other "baby" before she went into delivery and I pretty much lost it. I know I'm going to be am absolute wreck when I have to leave Jack and go the hospital. Maybe if I get most of the tears out now it won't be so bad then.
I suppose it's better to being on the crying end of the hormone spectrum than on the angry side. At least my child and husband don't have to worry about me suddenly spiraling into a fit of rage for no apparent reason. And then there's the "nesting instinct." I think I'm only getting about half of that right now. I'm inspired all day long of what I need to do to get ready for baby, and I have a neatly written, organized and prioritized to-do list to help get this house in order. But the instinct stops there. I've yet to work up enough energy during my off-hours to make any worthwhile progress. Maybe panic mode will set in closer to D-day and I'll cross everything off my list in one week!
I did manage to buy #2 one adorable summer outfit, and a set of matching pajamas for he and Jack. Because new clothes for my second boy and matching outfits are clearly priority in this house. Then again, if organizing baby clothes and pricing yard sale boxes were as easy as shopping online then they'd be done by now too!