My last day at work. My boss brought out a little cheese platter he'd prepared for us to snack on and 'party' while we worked. I cried like a little girl, lol. Over cheese. I was crying and laughing hysterically all at once. Any time the cheese came near me or was mentioned I bawled. Very entertaining for the other staff! And I just got teary remembering the cheese incident. But I'm exhausted now, not hormonal.

I also cried when DP told me a friend of ours and his entire family was praying for me when I was really in trouble after the birth. I'm not even slightly religious, but was so touched that people I didn't know were praying- just for me. *sniffle*