My partner wrote something in his novel that helped me understand crying: "When I was in high school the space shuttle Columbia disintegrated over my head while my dad was driving me to school. We heard about it on the radio, and I cried and cried. A few weeks later, when they decommissioned the other shuttles, I didn't cry because I didn't watch the video, but I knew I would have. Crying isn't sadness; it happens because an emotion is too big for your body. Emotions about space have always been too big for me."

Thank you for sharing the baby stuff with us. I am childless and do not know whether I will always be so, and this helps.