Whilst pregnant with my DD I found myself crying uncontrollably at the train station coming home from work one day because I couldn't see a single pigeon that had two fully formed feet. It was like the most desperately sad thing I could think of at the time.
My husband thought I was mental, could not wrap his head around how hormones could possibly make you like that (I was not normally reduced to tears by the malformed feet of sky rats).
IANBU I know, but could I please have your stories of hormonal madness so I can show him that it's not just me?