37w6d - There's no crying in... oh hell

Pregnancy has lead to the enhancement of two of my most opposite character traits - the fact that I'm a bad-ass, and the fact that I'm a HUGE cry baby.

This morning, I had to go down to UT Southwestern Medical Center for work. When I go there, I park in the visitor's lot (obviously, since I'm a visitor). Well, today there was a wait. It was full. But people were evidently leaving, so I was waiting. So as not to block the road in both directions, our line formed on the road across from the entry gate (which could accommodate a 2-car-deep line before spilling out into the road). Well, a space was created in the gate-line. I was about to turn in, but a car (with no turn signal) was coming from the other direction. Since I was turning and he was not, I let him go. Except that he then SNUCK into the line! Jackass!

So I started honking my horn (my pansy-ass Prius horn). When he opened his window to try to take a parking ticket, I started yelling all sorts of choice things to him. He heard me. He didn't acknowledge me. But I yelled at him in his stupid red pick-up truck with his stupid Jesus sticker (I'm pretty sure that Jesus would NOT cut in the parking line).

Before I went to use my microscope, I left a very harsh letter on his car. I don't know if he cared, but I really hope I hurt his feelings and made him feel like the asshole that he so clearly is.

Then, after I was done with my microscopy, I was walking back to my car. I started thinking about Acorn. And then I started to imagine the sounds she would make. One of those sounds was a cry. And just thinking about my baby crying made me SO SAD. It was all I could do to not burst into tears on the drive home. Even thinking about it now makes me want to cry. I better get used to it, because babies cry. A lot. Sometimes for no reason. Of course, if she ever cries due to sadness / pain / etc. I am pretty sure I will lose it!