Damn Army Wives made me bawl tonight.

And it wasn't about relationships... Joan had her baby girl, and the sight of her and the classic line about loving someone so much when you've just met, made me cry.
I teared up last night in a restaurant when I saw the most beautiful baby girl. She was probably only a few weeks old and her eyes were the biggest, deepest blue I've ever seen. She was beautiful and for a brief moment, I wanted her to be mine.

Three times this month I've cried, bawled over a child... what the hell is this weird, hormonal urge. I don't even want kids right now, yet the sight of a new born catches me off guard.