I get so emotional, baby

I am normally a very emotional person. Usually, this means when I have a gripe, I let you know. However, I also cry extremely easily at sentimental situations. This has been amplified by the massive amounts of cry-ogenone (not a real hormone) circulating though my system with the baby. The most recent episode occurred today while watching the movie Up. Please remember that I am a huge fan of Pixar movies, and I have an attachment to pretty much all of them. If you have not yet seen Up, please see it now or as soon as the warden allows.
Now Up tells the story of Carl Fredrickson and his adventure with a young neighbor, Russell, and a house attached to a thousand helium balloons. But, the movie starts with the story of Carl as a young boy and how he met his wife. The next ten minutes is almost a perfect silent film of how two people in love will spend their lives and adventures together, although they may not be as exotic as the ones in their dreams. I cried for the whole sequence. I'm crying while typing this. Most of the theater was at least sniffling.

I also started crying a few days ago when I was listening to a review of the movie on NPR. The reviewer also discussed other poignant scenes in Disney movies, and I instantly thought of the scene in Dumbo where the young elephant is separated from his mother (if you forgot, she was placed in the elephant looney bin for protecting Dumbo from hecklers). The song "Baby Mine" is playing during the sequence, and it is about as heart-wrenching a scene as exists in film. The other scene I thought of was the second-to-last scene of Pinnochio, just after he has saved Gepetto and his friends from Monstro the whale. Jiminy Cricket is calling for Pinnochio, and stops short when he finds him washed up, presumably dead, on the beach. He had sacrificied himself to save the others. There I go, crying again.
It's a shame that the Disney company in general seems to have abandoned good story-telling just so little sister Pixar can continue to pound them (Bolt was really good though).
As for me, I will continue to get emotional any time I think about my life with my husband and our new baby. I can't help it; how many people get to live a life this perfect?

About a baby...

Least shocking statement of the year: We're having a baby (really, once it's on facebook, it's over).
It took almost an act of God (aka: vacation) to free up enough time to write this blog. It's been really hard the past several months to keep my blabbering mouth shut about this whole baby thing. Every blog I've typed over that time period has had to have a "I'm pr, pr, pr, pr" deleted from it as I had to control blurting it out. As you may or may not know, Darren and I are extremely A-type people. Everything must be absolutely perfect at all times, period (with the exception of our house; it's a disaster). So when we found out, we had to wait until the 12 week appointment before we would tell ANYONE*. I'm still getting used to whole concept that there is a little lemon-sized infant inside me, depending on me for its every need.
So, as I begin this next chapter in my life, this blog will now be devoted mostly to the new baby (quite a bit less about triathlons, although I'm still going to try one this summer).

How it all started:
A few days before I figured out what was going on, I noticed that I could not catch my breath. I would be walking down the halls or climbing stairs and get winded very quickly. Normally, I am like a 6 year-old, walking as fast as I can and sprinting up stairs. This was very odd for me. I also was running one day and was completely wiped out after 2 miles. 2! A few days after that, my stomach felt like I had been sucker-punched the day before and not remembered. It was like 80-minute abs! So I quickly figured something was up. Darren and I had not been trying very long, so when I finally did take a test, it was a complete surprise. Yay!!!!
Since those first uncomfortable weeks, my stomach pain has relapsed and I have some breath control back. I still can't run for more than about 30 minutes, but it's a huge improvement. I also totally avoided any morning sickness, which is great, but I over-compensated the whole eating more thing. When I go to the pool now, I look like the chubby chick instead of the pregnant chick. My belly is still pretty small but the rest of me grew plenty. I need a shirt or billboard or something that explains my condition "Pregnant, not fat!".

At this point, I am 14 weeks, 4 days. Can't wait for the 20 week ultrasound. Will it be grandson #2/6 or granddaughter #1 on both sides?


*The exception to this is the residents that I am rotating with. Orthopaedics requires a ton of exposure to radiation and toxic airborne chemicals, so I had to let them know why I was skipping certain cases.