I am lucky never to have suffered anything like postpartum depression. But I do get a touch of...postpartum schizophrenia. One moment I am on top of the clouds, thrilled that I have a healthy baby, that life is good, that everything is just fine. The next moment I am suddenly exhausted and petrified, filled with existential despair: where is Keane - Rory - Will - Colette - the baby? Are each of them OK? Holy crap I have HOW MANY? How am I going to do this? (And why didn't I think about this before, you ask?)
I suppose trying to wean myself off the freaking Percocet is complicating matters, too. Ahem.
But all in all we are doing just fine. This little girl is simply wonderful.
And in retail news, for those of you who are not suffering from very odd, wavy topography around your midsection, Nordstrom is offering "Triple Points" right now: spend any amount on your Nordstrom card, and you will receive triple the points for each dollar spent, thus entitling you to Nordstrom Notes and other manna from Nordstrom heaven three times as fast.
Party on, Wayne.
Just limit your Percocet.