Kindergarten for my Baby

The crying began last night. Brandon caught me downstairs doing laundry sobbing. Having your oldest child start kindergarten while being pregnant is emotional suicide. I don't recommend it.
I walked him in to his classroom this morning and helped him put his backpack in his cubby and his lunch on the wagon (it's so cute how his teacher pulls a red Radio Flyer wagon to the cafeteria with all the lunches stacked inside).
I walked him to his seat and knelt down next to his little chair and desk with four other students. He picked out a hand full of crayons and began writing his name on the paper in front of him. He chose a separate color for each letter and his "J" was written backward. So cute.
I kissed the inside of his hand and he kissed mine and then as I felt the tears well up in my eyes I knew I had seconds before the down pour would begin. So, I quickly kissed his chubby, soft cheek and said, "Have a wonderful day, okay? I will see you at lunch time." Then I bolted for the door and began shamelessly crying as I fled down the hallway and out the door to where Brandon was waiting with Max and our toy poodle, "Tigger." B would have joined us in the classroom but no dogs are allowed in school (duh). Should have thought of that one before we left the house. Brandon hugged me and we walked home together (we only live about four minutes walking distance from James' school--which is nice).
I cried off and on most of the morning, called my Mom and vented to her about how stupid the public school system is...and then waited till 2: 15 so Max and I could walk back to school and pick up my baby. After sweating half to death, we made it home when James exclaimed, while wrapping his little arms around my neck, "Mom, I didn't even miss you!" Which in all honesty made me SO happy because it means that he didn't spend his day miserable and lonely...like his Mother. It's a darn good thing I have Max...and another sweet boy growing in my tummy or I might not survive all this.

James right before we left for school. He is proudly showing off his first homework assignment. It is a little poster with his favorite things on it. Down below on the legs there is a picture of his family and Jesus, but Sonic, legos, Mario and Thomas are up top, of course.
In fact funny side note: on Sunday James told me that sometimes he has a hard time thinking about Jesus because all he thinks about is Mario and Sonic!? The kid is a crack up.

Here we are walking into the hallway of horror. haha. I am such a boob.
Question for all you seasoned Mothers out there: will I be this much of a mess with each one of my children or is it just and "oldest child" thing?