Over the weekend Travis and I went to see Dan in Real Life, the new movie with Steve Carell. The movie is about a widower and while it's supposed to be a comedy I cried through most of it. Big crocodile tears streaming down my face. It was a good movie (if you liked The Family Stone you'll like this one) but the whole widower thing made me think about how horrible it would be if Travis was gone. On the way home I balled. Travis burped and said, "Well, you won't miss that at least." Which made me cry harder as I admitted, "I was just thinking about how I'd even miss that damn football Nintendo game you always play."
It has to be the pregnancy hormones.