Normally, today would be the day I'd be loading up the car with a week's worth of twirly dresses and five pairs of dance shoes, and preparing to drive four hours north to Asheville, NC for a week of non-stop Lindy action. Normally ( Read more... )

I tried, I really tried. I got myself all dolled up for the dance Thursday night in Oakhurst, and went determined to dance my little patootie off. Usually when I feel lukwarm about dancing, the music gets me moving, and Thursday's dance featured a New Orleans jazz band I hadn't heard before, so I was pretty sure that would be the impetus I needed ( Read more... )

It's time to admit it: I'm burned out on swing dancing. More specifically, I'm burned out on social dancing. It seems lately like the "social" part takes more energy than the "dancing" part. Asking people to dance, or waiting to be asked, seems to stress me out more and more, which is kind of funny, considering how much it stressed me out when I ( Read more... )

You who have been with me lo these many moons may recall that, shortly after Z was born, my doctor put me on Zoloft for post-partum depression. I took it for several months, and it was very helpful. So at some point I decided I had adjusted to motherhood, and carefully weaned myself off the Zoloft, happy to think I could go back to unmedicated ( Read more... )

You may recall that at one point I had talked about one of my dance goals being to compete in a Jack and Jill competition. I'm not really ready for that yet, but this year's Atlanta Varsity Showdown had a two-tiered competition: one level for advanced dancers and one for intermediate. Once I found that out, I had been toying with the idea of ( Read more... )

Today was a better day. It might have been due to the fact that Aaron's parents took care of Z over night, so I got a solid 6 hours sleep, rather than 3, the night before. It's hard to tell what's actual depression and what's merely sleep deprivation. Not to mention that a side effect of the drug I'm on to increase milk supply is--wait for it-- ( Read more... )

It's been a rough couple of days here, so rough that I suspect I will be calling the doctor on Monday to discuss treatment for post-partum depression. (I wonder, frankly, how anyone doesn't get post-partum depression.) There's a lot of crying going on, and a lot of other random head-crap I won't go into just now. But the important thing is, if I ( Read more... )