You know you are pregnant, aside from the little person kicking inside your stomach, when you seem to take even the smallest event and make it into a complete tragedy. This morning Shaun dropped the bomb before leaving for work that Abby’s Tigger was kaput. This stuffed animal is the classic version of Tigger that Shaun and I bought along with Winnie the Pooh at Disneyland before Abby was born. It has a key that winds up a music box which played “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star”. Abby has had that in her crib since she was about 3 months old and Shaun winds it up for her and lets it play every night at bedtime. He has done this every night since, without fail.

Now a normal person might be upset and a little sad to see it broken, but would move on and maybe look into getting a new one. Oh no… once Shaun left for work I lost it! I sobbed like I had lost someone close to me. It was the tragedy of the decade! I have always been sentimental, especially over things like this, but you would have thought something very serious had happened. Trust me though, not long after the fact I felt pretty silly and realized that my hormones were getting the best of me. This has happened more often then not in the last little bit. I find the water works coming on over commercials, several TV shows like Cold Case and any sappy movie. Ah pregnancy and your cruel little hormones!