I feel better now. My mood lasted two hours. If you knew what it was about, you would understand, especially if you were female. Part of the tears came from the momentary struggle I had with my body image. Can you believe it? I wished I was slim again. And all the while, I possessed a healthy growing baby within me. Shameful. Again, that was only a wedge of what drove me to cry silently, secretly, but I will not discuss it. It is stupid and embarrassing. I needed to shed a waterfall of hot tears to feel better. Despite my lapse into the obsession with thinness, I DO truly believe that the pregnant form is rather beautiful. It is perfect. And I am grateful and blessed. Oh, and I ordered this fabulous coat yesterday in brown. I will be selling my leopard faux fur coat due to my new purchase. Goodnight. I am worn out. It is 4:32 in the morning. Cold and dark outside. And I have a bowl of Lucky Charms cereal in front of me, just begging to be eaten. I will oblige.