I'm a crier.

Tee: Target, Skirt: thrifted, Shoes: Sanuk

I've always been a crier...just ask my friends.  As soon as I saw my friend, Lish, start down the aisle in her wedding gown I made a sound low in my throat and tears started flowing (whilst standing up in front of the church as a bridesmaid mind you).  Thank God for my friend Kelly who was behind me and told me to "pull it together, Garv."  I did.

Of course, I've always cried at the appropriate times: sad news, loss, pain, devastation.  Those are times when people are unhappy or saddened - it makes sense.

Here lately, now that I'm knocked up...tears stream real easy.  I mean REAL.

Like last week when a car 3 cars in front of me hit a deer.  I was on the phone with my dad and couldn't keep it together.  He kept saying, "Thank God it wasn't you.  They are okay."  I was just so sad that a deer got hit!  It has a momma somewhere!

Or the week before that when I saw the tiger at the National Zoo getting it's first ultrasound while pregnant with twins.

Or reading this post about a grandfather holding his grandbaby all. night. long.

Or when I saw a mama, daddy, and spotted baby deer romping in our aunt's backyard.

Oh, and that time I found out that my college was going to excel our Master's program so we actually qualify for Master's pay (thanks McCrory).  And when I realized baby will graduate grad school with me (9 months pregnant).

Yup, you could say I'm a crier.