Sex and the City: an addiction

I’m all choked up watching the final two episodes of Sex and the City. And I’ve seen them before. A few times. More than a few.

I’ve TiVo-saved them to watch whenever I want along with the one where Miranda’s water breaks on Carrie’s shoes and she has her baby.

I was watching the series during afternoon nursing sessions but now the little guy looks around too much so it’s been relegated to be my guilty double-naptime-pleasure. I’m a slurpy hormonal mess and it seemed like it was worth sharing.