So, earlier in the week I had my first true pregnancy hormonal cry fest which looking back on it is kind of funny (and still makes me tear up a little). My partner and I were walking around an antique shop when I saw a vintage baby portrait from the 1930s or 40s in a pretty silver frame. All of the sudden I just had a rush of emotions along the lines of: 'Everyone was once somebody's tiny vulnerable baby just like the baby in this photo who is probably someone's grandpa now and his parents who loved him are probably gone. We're all connected and we should just be kind and lovely to one another etc. etc.' and boy did the tears flow then. My poor partner was so baffled why I just picked up a random picture frame and then started bawling.