There's no crying in............

Remember the movie with Tom Hanks, Madonna and Rosie Odonnel (pre skater/bad hair cut) called A League of Their Own? Remember the part when Tom Hanks says, "there's no crying. There's no crying in baseball." Well the 1st thing I've learned is that there IS crying in pregnancy! Oh yea. You know the kind. The same kind of crying you hear in the grocery store when mom does not let her son (yes this is personal) get the box of animal cookies with the string attached to the box. The wailing and the heaving. Ah yes.

This leads me to the 1st funny story of this "pregnancy trip" we are on. Angie was "lamenting" on the bed about something. I'm sure it was very important. I think it was about how we were not going to be able to afford something (which was not even true). Anyway, I attempted to make the approach towards the bed in order to console her. But before I could even get that far, I had to make a quick turn to face the wall. Why? Because I had started dying laughing! My laughing was as uncontrollable as her crying. My laughing was the kind of greatness that occurs when you are sitting in church, sitting in the Jr high/high school section. The kind that breaks out like a rash and no one can contain themselves and they think that if they just don't make noises it will be ok. You know the kind where the pew is rocking and the old man behind you has to tap you on the shoulder and give you a stern look.

Yea, so, that's what I am doing. Trying not to get noticed. Knowing that as soon as I am discovered, it's over. Over in a big way too b/c I am in the process of major melt-down management failure. I'm not doing my job! I'm not in full agreement mode, but I am doing quite the opposite. Well, turns out, I got busted. The good thing is that Angie (for some reason) started laughing too. It soon turned into loud and tear filled laughter. Yes, I know how lucky I was.
kc