PPE

Today Tara asked me if I was having any post-partum depression. I told her no. In fact, I think I'm having whatever the opposite of that happens to be. Post-partum elation, perhaps. I absolutely believe that PPD is a real thing that many women experience. But for me, the pure joy of not being pregnant is what fuels my PPE, if you will.

For the past two weeks, I have thought over and over of how much better I feel after eating certain foods that made me sick for weeks and weeks, how happy I am to be able to take a really deep breath, to roll over comfortably in bed, and not to have to visit the toilet 18 times a day. For some reason my messy house doesn't overwhelm me to tears like it did my entire pregnancy--I can only attribute this to actually being able to bend over comfortably to pick up clutter and put it away.

Even the regular labor and delivery recovery-related pains and discomfort, as well as the early pain of nursing that have been around since Henry arrived AND the exhaustion of waking up every 2-3 hours in the night haven't bothered me like the whole 9 months of pregnancy bothered me. Go figure.

I'm mostly writing this for all my pregnant friends (and there are many!) out there who are in every stage of gestation, feeling all levels of nausea, heartburn, insomnia, backaches, and anxiety. All I can say is hang on, and hopefully PPE is on its way to you very soon.