Welcome to SappyHood (er, I mean Parenthood)

We saw her again today! And, as would make sense, each time the pictures get a little more clear, the features more defined, and her birth more imminent. I won't lie and say that I am not a sappy person but... I do have some very defined things that I am emotional about i.e. sweet, furry animals in need of a home (okay all animals), really good epic sports movies where the underdog comes out ahead (just bawled my way through The Fighter), and big stuff like the fact that war and anger and senseless killing exist. For the most part I can keep myself in check when it comes to the little moments. How then do I explain lying in a doctor's office, staring at a computer screen with involuntary tears streaming down the side of my face in plain view of the OB tech. Is this what happens? Is this what parenthood is all about? Am I really supposed to be this in awe of a muddled picture of a 1 pound, 4 ounce little angel. Are her little bones and her not-so-little button nose really the most perfect features I have ever seen in my entire life or is this just because I am her Mother? Is this what it is going to be like, is my heart going to ache and my eyes swell just looking at her? Is this the beginnings of that almost painful sense of wanting to protect her and give her the best life and will this feeling persist until my dying days? A quick conferral with my dear Husband and Daddy-to-be and his statement that he was "mesmorized by the images" and I think that yes, this is it, this is Parenthood.