Me cry? No... can you pass me a kleenex?

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BRAYDEN SLEPT THROUGH THE NIGHT!! ALL WEEK!!
So last week taught me that being a mom means staring at your baby monitor, tears building up, waiting for your son to wake up because you missed him since he went to bed. 
So this morning, Brayden woke up and I was EXCITED! So excited! I believe I skipped over to his crib, singing a tune in my head, he smiled at me, I picked him up and said, "I missed you!" Why is it that being a parent has made me into a bi-polar woman?
It's like this...one moment I'm exhausted, talking like chipmunk with Mr. Bunny (Brayden's best sleeping friend) willing Brayden to sleep so I can go change into clean clothes that don't have sweet potato crusted on them. The next moment I'm perched at the edge of his crib, watching him sleep like some kind of stalker, tears of joy filing up in my eyes, hoping he'll wake up.
I'm kind of a control freak, so not even being able to control myself is mind boggling sometimes. I'm sure someone warned me about this hormonal dysfunction that has now become My Personality, but I would like to pass on my experience to others so they are not so startled.
Ladies, mothers, mothers-to-be, and more...I HEAR YOUR CRIES...and let me tell you...It's okay.
It's okay if you start crying because your baby never sleeps through the night, or because you didn't have a chance to get a work-out in this morning and now feel bloated, or because you can't find a clean shirt in your closet, or because half your hair has been pulled out by your baby, or because your husband didn't understand you needed sweet potatoes, not regular potatoes. Its' okay.
And guess what? It's also okay to cry when your child does sleep through the night, or because he plays with your hands when you feed him his bottle, or because he laughs like a hyena when he's in his jumper, or because he did the cutest thing with his lips, or just because the child smiles at you. It's okay.
As I see it, it's okay to cry...whenever, however (even that embarrassing snot running out of your nose cry), for whatever reason that little angel gives you. The only other option is that I'm insane, and have completely lost my mind...and I don't really like that option very much . Everyone knows that I'm totally normal, so I guess this emotional dynamic is too. You don't have to take my advice on this, and you cal tell yourself, "When I become a mother I will that totally cool person that keeps it all together and is always fabulous!" but when you start feeling like a stalker, psychopath, menopausal woman, give me a call, we can go to Starbucks, grab a coffee and cry about it.