Tears

It's 12:15 and I'm sitting accross from TJ in the St. Louis Bread Co. In front of me, is a bowl of chicken noodle soup, an apple, and a cup of green tea. I look at my food, think of the cooler weather we've been having and cry. For no particular reason, I cry. This is not the first time this has happened. For some reason I cry a lot lately. I cry when I'm talking to TJ. I cry when I hear the soothing thunder. I cry when I'm taking a shower. I cry when I'm washing the dishes. I don't know why I'm crying so much, but I am. And they're not sad tears either. Maybe happy tears? I don't know, but I have a sneaky suspicion that is has something to do with these pregnancy hormones.