I thought that pregnancy hormones were crazy.
But no one warned me that postpartum hormones would be five thousand times worse.
How long will it last? Because, honestly, things are getting a bit ridiculous.
On a normal basis, I am a very sentimental person. I like memories and traditions. I’m fairly reflective on my life. And it doesn’t take too much to tug at my heart strings.
But the other day, I pulled out all the stops.
I was in the kitchen making some lunch with baby girl playing in her bouncy seat.
I had a Taylor Swift playlist belting out on my laptop.
(first mistake – teenage angst at its finest + hormonal woman = messy combination).
Her new song “Never Grow Up” came on.
Then I found myself, ahem, crying in my kitchen.
A the next thing I knew, I had scooped up my little girl, was dancing around the kitchen with her in my arms, tears rolling down my cheeks, listening to Taylor belting out ….“Remember the sound when your Daddy gets home, remember the footsteps, remember the words said….”
Wow. I can’t even believe I’m admitting this. My lameness is surprising – even to me.
Please tell me it’s just the hormones?