stupid STD
The one no one tells you about until it's too late? PPD or Post Partum Depression. Yes, it's an STD. Although I haven't confirmed with Mary, Mother of God, I have my suspicions there too.
Frankly, I was in denial the first week. I made cookies twice already and have been downing the endorphins way more than the pain meds. Then again, maybe it's all just a side effect from the hydrocodone? Or that could be just another excuse.
At first, I figured it was just anxiety. It's very stressful having another new life depending on you. Especially when a stupid c*nt fired your husband 6 months into your pregnancy because he asked her to focus on the topic at hand during a meeting. Yeah, thanks for that one, you psychotic cow.
Then, I conceded that I was simply sleep deprived. That would make anyone cry randomly throughout the day, let alone someone who is failing to produce enough milk to feed said newborn because the little beastie literally bit off pieces of mommy. On a side note, we have determined that she is not a zombie, since she never actually consumed raw mommy flesh, despite her best efforts.
But the really convincing clincher? Kaylee fell out of bed this morning. We heard ka-thump followed by crying. I asked B to go get her (after his being up every 2-3 hours helping feed Elissa) and his response was "She's fine. She'll come downstairs in a moment." To which I snapped "Sometimes we just need comfort, it's not a matter of being fine!"
Yeah, he was shocked too. So, it would appear that I am the latest victim of the sneakiest STD of them all. This too shall pass, but when?
Oh, and don't let chomper get ahold of you. She is not playing around.
Frankly, I was in denial the first week. I made cookies twice already and have been downing the endorphins way more than the pain meds. Then again, maybe it's all just a side effect from the hydrocodone? Or that could be just another excuse.
At first, I figured it was just anxiety. It's very stressful having another new life depending on you. Especially when a stupid c*nt fired your husband 6 months into your pregnancy because he asked her to focus on the topic at hand during a meeting. Yeah, thanks for that one, you psychotic cow.
Then, I conceded that I was simply sleep deprived. That would make anyone cry randomly throughout the day, let alone someone who is failing to produce enough milk to feed said newborn because the little beastie literally bit off pieces of mommy. On a side note, we have determined that she is not a zombie, since she never actually consumed raw mommy flesh, despite her best efforts.
But the really convincing clincher? Kaylee fell out of bed this morning. We heard ka-thump followed by crying. I asked B to go get her (after his being up every 2-3 hours helping feed Elissa) and his response was "She's fine. She'll come downstairs in a moment." To which I snapped "Sometimes we just need comfort, it's not a matter of being fine!"
Yeah, he was shocked too. So, it would appear that I am the latest victim of the sneakiest STD of them all. This too shall pass, but when?
Oh, and don't let chomper get ahold of you. She is not playing around.