Maybe it's the Progesterone, or Perhaps I'm Just a Train-wreck.

Today, the Pregnancy Tracker app on my Droid reads that the gestational age of my baby is 14 weeks, 3 days. That makes only 25 weeks and 4 days to go. According to this app, the baby is about the size of a navel orange, anywhere between 3 and 4.5 inches in length. Last week's surprise ultrasound proved that my sleepy little baby-to-be is shy, and a thumb sucker. In a few days time, I'm going to be on an airplane from Salt Lake City to Dallas, then from there, to Lawton, Oklahoma, to watch my Soldier's graduation from Basic Training at Fort Sill. I have so much to be happy about right now..

..So why am I being so mopey?

I guess I'm kind of allowed to be emotional. I can't help it that everything's making me bawl. Looking at old pictures from high school- water works. Reading my mail- tear-jerker. Just sitting around- crying yet again! I've gotta leave for work in a half hour.. I'm thinking next I'm gonna bawl about the dead skunk on the side of the road, a customer doesn't like the table I give them, or if my lovely coworker Jake (jokingly) gives me the 'tude. Guess I better put my Big Girl Panties on and pack a box of Kleenex, cause Momma's got a busy night ahead of her.