So even though I'm not going to delve into the depths of the bad parts of my week, I do feel like talking about the culprit: PPD. I like writing about post-partum depression because I always feel better after I do, although I'm not sure how much you enjoy reading about it. I apologize. I'll throw in some pictures as a consolation.
I have it. Just as bad as I did with Abigail. I have a less stressful, more stable life free of serious medical interventions and I still managed to squeeze in some good ol' depression. I didn't like the side effects of the antidepressants I tried after Abigail, and I'm kind of paranoid about the long-term effects of taking a medication every single day, so I wasn't even willing to try them out this time around.
It creeps up almost every day. Either around 10am or around 3:30pm. I get the "I'm worthless, life is pointless, I suck at everything, there is no reason to do anything" blues. But because I'm determined to get through this (again), I do a bunch of other healthy things. Different things work best on different days. Sometimes just taking a shower and putting on a little makeup helps. Sometimes I benefit most from exercise. Sometimes getting out of the house does me good. I almost always make getting to bed on time a priority.
Last month showering was the most beneficial, but lately it's been exercise. I go for 5-5.5 mile walks a few days a week and do Jillian Michaels DVDs on the other days. When I sink onto the couch for another nursing sesh, my body is so physically drained, I don't have enough energy to be depressed! And when I go for runs (in the evenings after Matt gets home), I get a burst of endorphins that feels like I just took a happy pill. Abigail has been loving our daily walks too, she gets so excited when I ask her if she wants to go for a walk. She'll bring me my shoes if I take too long getting Eleanor ready and she even sits still and doesn't lick the sun screen off her arms. (Yeah. Pretty sure she does it because I told her not to. We buy organic sunscreen now.)
Today I managed to get out of the house and do some fun shopping. The girls needed a few things and I had some coupons for a nearby outlet mall (Tanger in Howell for those of you I know in real life), so off we went. I absolutely insist on getting two articles of clothing in every size: OshKosh overalls and Gap hoodies. They are so rugged and adorable and actually really affordable when you score them for 50% off, so each wardrobe Abigail grows into has a pair of overalls and a pink hoodie in it.
And I got to shop for Eleanor. I haven't bought any clothes for Eleanor yet (for obvious reasons), but this girl is in the 100th percentile for her length and I almost only have Carter's brand clothing. If you know baby clothes, you know that Carter's sizes tend to run very small - they're absolutely perfect for Abigail - but Eleanor is cruising through them and, at 3 months, is already too long for my 6-month sleepers. (Baby clothes run in 3-month increments: newborn, 3, 6, 9, and 12 months for those of you for whom it's been awhile). But a friend got us a Children's Place brand sleeper as a gift when Eleanor was born (Thanks, Cammie!) in a 3-month size and it fit wwwaaayyy longer than my Carter's brand 3-month-ers. So I decided to hit up the Children's Place store in the outlet mall and see how much extra leg room I could score my tall girl. And we definitely made out! Four $6 sleepers in 6-month size with a few inches to spare!
It's been a lllooonnnggg time since I've been out shopping and when you shop at 10am on a weekday, you get the store to yourself. I really enjoyed browsing all the cute styles, colors, and prints. Plus fall is my favorite season and I enjoyed all the denim jackets, striped sweaters, and vintage-print dresses that are "in" this year. The shopping boost kept me going all day long, even through the pre-witching hour blues.
Thank you for listening to me blah-blah-blah about long walks and shopping. I feel like I got the rest of the kinks out of this week : )
Now for your consolation prize: