high-activity alert

j: When N feels things a-happenin' I get the High-Activity Alert—as in "Whoa, lots of activity today!" At this point I become very aware that she might spontaneously combust at any moment.

Like Tuesday—we were in LA packing up to go to the airport and N had been saying that she might start puking. (She'll often say it, but rarely do it.) This time she did. I stuck my head in the bathroom and everything was fine. A few minutes later I checked back—she was completely balling! Full on tears. "I'm sad..." she choked out. It broke my heart. I've never seen her in such a state. When I asked why she blurted "I don't know..."

I should have known it—I mean she did warn me.

So that was the start of the latest High-Activity Alert week. Every day since I've gotten the alert—and every day since I've been aware of the reason behind the grumping, crying, or puking. Its now official: our cup runneth over with hormones.