Here's where I spill the beans about my postpartum craziness....it's not what you'd expect, though! I will confess that postpartum hormones are terrible. I thought I'd been through everything hormonally with my Lupron treatments and pregnancy in general, but boy, was I wrong?! For me the postpartum part was the worst. I'm sure it's different for every girl, though.
Anyhow, back to the subject. Other than general crankiness from sleep deprivation, I really never felt depressed, super overwhelmed, sad, etc. after coming home with Cale; therefore, I didn't have the 'baby blues' or depression. What I did struggle with is quite the laughing matter, really, now that I think about it. I shed tears. Many tears. I had anxiety. Fluttery stomach. Sweaty palms. Rapid breathing. Restlessness. Over my Master Bedroom. Yup, you read correctly. My master bedroom caused me to go nuts. All of the sudden I was completely unhappy and uncomfortable with our bedroom, decor, and such. It no longer was a place where I felt restful, so I temporarily moved to the spare bedrooom over this nonsense. I tried to explain these feelings to Alan, who mostly looked at me with a confused blank stare. Can you blame him?!
Long story short. I'm selling the furniture in our room and attempting to re-vamp the decor on a small budget. All because of my stupid hormones. I'm totally blaming these irrational, crazy thoughts on my post-baby hormones, because in general, I'm not crazy or irrational at all.
I'm thankful for my very understanding husband ;) and I hope you found some amusement in my postpartum craziness! I wanted to share this with all my pregnant or soon-to-be pregnant friends just so you know that your times 'a coming!
5 comments:
I really hope you get those wood floors ;)
I totally understand :)
HaHa, I understand, well kind of, but we just got a new bed.
Lesson I learned: No such thing as "normal" - just go with your emotions. I cried that we ruined the dogs life after we had Lily. Then I cried because "anyone" could give her a bath, change her diaper, or feed her. You're a Momma now... it's okay to feel a little insane, part of the job description!
Funny, but not. However, I'm tickle to death to read this. No, not because of your horrible hormones but clearly because all I can picture is You {a woman} crying herendasly to Alan {her husband} and explaining to him it's all the bedrooms fault.
I do not think you are crazy. I think you are GREAT! PLEASE keep us updated. :)
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