Clearly, my hubris regarding my immune system has caught up with me. I have a cold. A very functional cold, but a cold. Blah.
On the bright side of things, it did give me a very good excuse to lay around all day and reread a book from my childhood, before I pass it on the the oldest cho-boy. Wow, it was good. But sort of tear inducing, which I don't remember from when I read it before - back in the day, let's say, oh, 1986? I don't mean it was hankie-wringing (that's because of my cold), but just slightly snifly-achey-behind-the-eyes. I seem to do that a lot these days - get weepy-feeling over things that other folks have always called "moving" when I used to just let them roll off my back. You know, the "touching" parts of movies, thinking over-much about my friends, reading fucking children's books (let's remember that the afore mentioned book is actually a Young Adult book, 'k?), reading about somebody I don't know at all having a baby - they make me tear up. Weird.
It's not in anyway that other folks notice (whew - safe on that front!), but enough for me to notice and go "wtf, starrhillgirl?" Because, really y'all, I'm not a crier. Never really have been. Oh, I'd cry when I got hurt, or was scared when I was little, but generally, I'm not so much with the crying.
But recently - whew - anything can set me off. Is it getting older? More sensitive? Am I rubbed raw from ttc and so everything stings a little more? Who knows? If you know me IRL, you probably wouldn't notice (unless you're around when I realized I've failed yet another cycle - then there is much weeping and gnashing of teeth), but, as I am with myself all the fucking time, I notice. It sure is weird. Has this happened to anyone else?
Meanwhile - the neti pot is going to save my ass from this cold.