Sydney Mum finding motherhood is totes hectic
The tears are flowing. It’s a symptom of pregnancy but oh my gosh I’m a tear bag. I really shouldn’t have watched ‘My Sister’s Keeper’ nor any documentary on parenting. They cry I cry. Then I howl, hug the dog, blow my nose and discover my mascara is not waterproof.
In order to counter the teary movies I tried some normal films with the usual amount of tension, drama, violence and car chases. I couldn’t watch it. The tension made me skittish and I couldn’t sit still. The news is also depressing, game shows make me shut my eyes, romantic dramas make me sad. Jane Austen sends me howling…the beauty! the dialouge! the quality of the characters !
At my cousin’s wedding us pregnant ladies sat together (in the only chairs available) and all pulled out our tissues. We were prepared. My other cousins pregnant wife commented “I’m a big softy when I’m pregnant, but it’s nice to cry with others, we can be pathetic together” There is nothing like the solidarity of another big tear monster to share these out of control emotions.