Mom by day, ninja by night? I have no idea what this is, but somehow it feels appropriate.
Ha. You didn’t really think I was going to talk about this, DIDJOO? Nope. I have far too much propriety for that sort of discussion. Oh yes, far more, I assure you.
The truth is, I’m swamped. Up to my ears in work, up to my ears in fussing baby, and up to my ears in just about everything else (dishes, anyone?). It has been quite a week. Why do things always hit at once? Why did I suddenly get so many good jobs (for which I would like to show myself capable) the very same week Seabass decided to become a writhing lump of psychosis? I don’t know, but it stinks like solid-food-poo.
In the meantime, I’ve been so go-go-go that I haven’t taken the time to exercise, which makes me feel human and relevant to society. Plus, I’m quite sure that the generic anti-depressants my doc put me on are not working. At least, not the way the name brand ones did, which I liked. With these, I feel low again, anxious about being alone with Seabass, and to make matters worse, they give me headaches and a bit of insomnia.
All that to say: No Controversy Wednesday today. I’d love some ideas for what to discuss next week, though. Feel free to send them along.
Oh, and I messed up on the deadline for entries to the necklace giveaway. The deadline is TONIGHT at midnight. So if you haven’t made your comment yet, do so here.
Happy surviving!
I am Jaime, wife to Jacob. We are the smitten, stupefied, sometimes scared silly parents of a precious boy nicknamed Seabass and a darling girl nicknamed Sweet Chuck.
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Oh Jaime, you always manage to make me laugh out loud… although this post isn’t really a laughing matter. You sound swamped! I think you have two great topics here. Sex after baby. Yes, you should go there. All I can say is 6 months later it’s still slow going. And, postpartum depression. Depression is just downright awful, no matter how it’s packaged. I have a lot of depression in my family history and deal with it on a daily basis with my mom. If what your doc prescribed isn’t doing the job, try something else. Keep trying till you find what works because living with it is not an alternative. I hope Seabass figures out what’s ailing him ASAP. Congrats on the writing jobs! : )
Miss you Kristin!
I think it’s ironic that even talking about sex after baby is missing. Keep on keepin’ on…so far I haven’t seen anything that isn’t totally normal.
Seriously. Even talking about it is a challenge, har har.
I mean, wait, what?
I think it’s amazing that you have a baby and you blog. When I had my first, I gave up showers and my eyebrows grew together into one large clump.
I don’t even bother looking closely at my eyebrows anymore. Talk about depression.
Sorry I won’t be there to help until next week.