Teary

I have been teary all morning.    I am overwelhemed, jittery and teary – often all at the same time.    This is a big day, and that is a bit hard on this emotional pregnant woman.     I cried/whined on the subway, first about the fact that hot, then about the fact that I feel fat, that none of my clothes fit and how will we purchase a new wardrobe for me, and then the truth came out as I was wiping tears off my face and H. had her hand on my shoulder.    “I just want Barack Obama to win” and then the tears really came.   I have never felt an election was more important.   I have never like a candidate this much.    And I know that I feel this way in an expanded form because of Sprout.    I want Sprout to know the America I am proud of and I want Sprout to know Obama as the president.   This are happy tears and they are full of hope.