The Daily Weep

As you know from my previous rantings, or perhaps from your own experience, pregnancy triggers the release of a truckload of high-test hormones whose overflow can express itself in vast and sometimes unusual ways. For instance, I bet you didn't know that the 'tan' I sported on my face for the last month was actually rogue melatonin all jacked up on estrogen. Or that my bloodhound sense of smell was just a fancy progesterone trick.
Well, the party doesn't stop after the birth, not by a long shot. Some of the hormones do back off, which is nice, except they do it cold turkey. So I'm not just dealing with sore nipples and a severed belly, I get to experience the DT's, too. One of the manifestations of my detox is the ability to cry spontaneously and for no apparent reason. Here is a sampling of some recent sob sessions:
-Going to bed in the hospital Sunday night without my husband (Hello? I had 19 pillows and a bed that sits me up, lays me down and has a little red button on it I can push if I need someone to pass me the remote...)
-Leaving the same hospital on Monday.
-A country song on the radio
-The thought of my MIL bringing my family a hot, tasty and nutritious dinner that I didn't have to cook
-Eating that dinner (THANK YOU JACKY!)
I wonder what it will be today, dirty laundry? Clean laundry?