Oh my goodness, the hormones have descended. The smallest thing makes me want to cry. It's not necessarily tears of sadness, but tears of EMOTION. I'm not depressed, I'm just one big hormone of intense feeling.Hub-D rented "Life is Beautiful" from Netflix.
"I don't think it's even a good idea to have that movie in the HOUSE at this point," I told him.
My mom just took Chebbles and Gigi to dance class, and I stood in the driveway watching them pull out. Gigi blew me kisses and I thought, "What if that's the last time I ever see her!?"
But luckily, I know a hormone when I feel one now. This is old hat. So I can kind of stand off to the side of myself and see how sensitive I'm being, how self-involved and paranoid, but I can also appreciate the womanly glow of postpartum emotion and useful bonding/nursing hormones flooding my veins.
Also, I'm putting together my new list of topics for Health.com. Let me know if there is anything in particular you'd like me to cover. It looks like the chemical nature of postpartum FEELING will be on the list.
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TLC was my daily sob for the first six weeks of Myles life. even commercials on TLC.
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