Everything makes me cry these days. I would like to blame it on my exhaustion from being on the wards, but I should probably also blame it on the crazy preggo hormones.

That Canadian figure skater’s performance in the Olympics? The one who’s mom died only days before she had to skate? Who I didn’t even know existed before I watched her short performance? Yeah, I cried.

That Pampers commercial they’ve been airing during the Olympics? The one “dedicated to moms”? Big big tears.

And this movie I saw last night.  Best child actors ever.  Sobbed so hard that my face was puffy this morning.

Okay, so all these things kind of feature moms or kids, but then today I was throwing out some old med school notes on reading EKGs so I could use the 3-ring binder the notes were stored in, and reading my old tips on non-reentrant supraventricular tachycardia made me absolutely nostalgic and weepy.

But it’s not just sadness that is set at an extra-high voltage level, it’s also super-omigod-hyper-happiness and incredible-hulk-rage.  Post-call at the vets office looking at all the cute animals in the waiting room? I love the world and all the wonderful pets in it!! Torrential rain outside my window as I’m snuggled under a fleece blanket? Nature is so beautiful and majestic! Crazy parents who insist their child will not be monitored overnight or only allow one needle stick for a difficult blood draw? I will cut you, I really will.  If I were inclined to write poetry, as I was wont to do as a teenager, it would be fabulously flowery and hormonal. In fact, I am inspired to write a haiku:

Pregnancy hormones.
Why, cotton IS the fabric of our lives!
How soft.