Bring your gloves, it's cold in here

Last week my co-pregnancy friend asked me if I was getting weepy at the slightest thing, and at the time, I wasn't really. My my, what a difference a few days can make. It started on Monday at the gym, I was on the treadmill and first I saw an older gentleman who appeared to have been in the military at some point because he had the haircut, and he was wearing the khaki colored shirt that I associate with the uniform. Whatever the reason, I saw him, and the tears instantly burst forth, my chin did that scrunchy quiver thing (I am not a dainty crier, that much is for sure), and I had to close my eyes and think of rainbows and puppies. Then I glanced up at the TV that was set on CNN and it was all over. It was the day that the California family murder/suicide shooting happened, the day that the nursing home shooting happened, and then, come to find out, it was the day that the 23 year old kid killed two of his sisters, beheading his 5 year old sister in front of the police, leaving only one sister to survive. And let's not forget the man in Columbia who has been raping his daughter since she was 5 years old, producing something like 8 children with her, and claiming that they can't accuse him of incest because she isn't his biological daughter. Time to go home, wouldn't you say? And now, it happens all the time, regardless of how happy or depressing the show I'm watching is. Teary eyes, they peek out until I can squelch them down with my steely, dead soul. I'm surprised it isn't worse, what with various circumstances I've got going on in my life, but perhaps I speak to soon and the worst is yet to come. Well, I have no doubt that the worst is yet to come, on all fronts, but still. I guess it is good for now that these hormones don't have the appropriate winter weather wear to trudge through my cold, desolate heart to make me an even worse blubbering mess!