My body is a little chock full of overflowing hormones right now. I'm not competely thrilled with the fact that I have manufactured hormones flowing through my blood and brain. But the reason is welcome. Although I'm not sure the extra weight gain is. But sweet supportive husband says he likes the new curves that have popped up the last week. I'm trying not to think about the fact that developing curves in a week is never a good thing but if he thinks I look good, than that's all that matters. Right?
The best part of extra hormones are the extra emotions. (Sarcasm is always hanging around, extra hormones or not.) I scored a sweet deal on Season Two of Full House. $10 for the entire season. Awesome. Yes, I really do like that show. No sarcasm there. I've already admitted in a previous post that it was a guilty pleasure of mine. But I've never really gotten teary eyed at the closing scene of wrap up. The music starts to gently swell, Danny Tanner sits on his daughter's bed and tells her she's the best 1st grader in the whole world and their family wouldn't be complete without her...hugs...audience awws, AND I'M CRYING! What the?
One more confession. After a mediocre yoga class, (running off limits due to said hormore therapy...grrrrrr) the instructor tells us to assume the corpse pose and relax and let our minds float over a candle flame or the reflection of the sun off of a lake. Ahh, that's nice. I do feel relaxed. Then, she starts to play a Josh Groban song. His beautiful tenor voice soothing and seranading in a different language while I'm floating over my shimmery, sun drenched lake, AND I START CRYING! Oh brother. Estrogen and Progesterone be danged. I'm feeling just a tad too womanly right now. I need to go hawk a loogey or something. (Ewwwww!)
That's all for my little rant for the day. Yes, I do feel better, thanks.