Omigod....I'm home on this rainy day and while I'm waiting for the rain to subside I decided that it was a good day to watch the final espisode of SITC (Sex in the City). A good friend gave me the box set of all the episodes and I've been carefully making my way through them. Only allowing myself to watch an episode here and there, really as a treat. Granted, I've seen all of them before but its still special. Anyway, I'm here alone, DH is off playing golf, and really, I like watching them by myself. So here I am all rugged up in front of the heater with my favorite doona, lollies at hand, a nice cup of steaming chai....and the final episode of SITC. Beautiful images of Paris flood the screen, Carrie in her amazing couture based outfits....I mean really, who walks around during the day in full frock?! Maybe the Parisians do....and no one bats an eye....its so wonderful, you begin to think, "Oooh maybe I too can do that!" The story builds with this crescendo of emotion....the storylines come together, all nice and neat. And then BOOM! Out of no-where, I'm caught up in it and waterworks for me. All of the tears that have been waiting behind my pregnant eyes come out all at once! I'm unconsolable, large tears running down my face.....tears of happiness, tears of understanding, tears of sadness, tears of joy. Beautiful round, heavy tears. Just what I needed....but when its over, I wonder how such a schmaltzy show is able to do that to me. Good to get rid of the excess salt that's stored in my preggie body. Less fluid retention for me....fingers might not swell up today as a result.

Ooooh but it felt so good to have a big cry.....