Sob story

I've never been one to break out the tissue for saccharine movies or Hallmark cards. Steel Magnolias bored me. Okay, so there was that one time when I broke down while watching Out of Africa on a plane. And the English Patient destroyed me. But generally, I'm pretty resiliant.

Enter pregnancy.

All of a sudden I tear up at just about anything, especially if it has to do with babies. Commmercials? Yep, those too. Actually, ads in magazines will do it. Articles about mothers/children triumphing over the odds just puree my internal organs and establish an apple-sized lump in my throat.

I thought all this would go away after the baby was born. I thought I would go back to my old cynical self. Well, it hasn't happened yet. I cried when the Colby, the gay hairdresser on Survivor. annouced in the finale that he had adoped his cousin's baby girl. I cried when I met my friend's new baby boy. So, will this go away when I stop breastfeeding, perhaps? Or is it here to stay?

I do discriminate, though. I was touched by the 25 orphans in Finding Neverland, but didn't give a hoot when Kate Winslet died. Movie was seriously "eh."