The tears

Before I went through infertility, I was not the crying type. I actually cried very little. I mean, sure, some books or movies would have me leaking a few tears. Getting really angry and frustrated would cause a few sobs. But that was it.

Now? Now it's not yet 9am on a Saturday morning and I have already cried twice. Once at a scene in "The Subtle Knife" by Philip Pullman that makes me dissolve into sobs every time I read it. And I've read it probably 5-6 times by now - maybe more. And once at a speech on AIDS by Mary Fisher. Delivered at the 1992 Rep. Convention. Yes, I was researching for a paper I have to write for college. God, it made me cry.

I don't know whether to laugh at myself or cry some more...