I planned to write an update about myself whenever I wrote one about baby, but I’m having a difficult time formulating a proper update. Perhaps I should go to Denny’s and talk to one of the waitresses? 
Things actually did get somewhat better after that crazy night that Denny’s seemed like the solution to all my problems. Looking back, I’m not sure if I was actually feeling a lot better or if it just seemed that way because I was being taken care of by my excellent mom and dad. But one thing’s for certain, I’m not feeling too good now. What seemed like just a cold a few weeks ago triggered a flare-up of my fibromyalgia, chronic fatigue, insomnia, etc., etc. What can I say? It’s been a real bummer!
And that bummer has created some other situations, which are bummers too. But apparently I’m not ready to explain that any further because I keep typing and then erasing. (And I know some of my long-time readers are mightily confused right now, asking themselves, Wait, she has a filter for what she writes on this blog? WHAT?! I know it doesn’t seem like it, but even I have boundaries at times. 
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Despite the ill health, I can say that my postpartum depression has improved quite a bit. I don’t feel that it’s all behind me, but more and more, I’m just enjoying being with my baby girl without so many complex emotions springing up all the time. She really is a joyful baby, in love with interacting with people and the world, and that is a joy to watch. Neal wishes she would take life a bit more mellowly (he really wanted his own personal mini-me), but she is all exuberance!
Wait a second . . . I thought this update was about me . . . oh well, I guess we know who makes the world turn around here.
P.S. Can you believe I’ll be 31 soon?! Is it too soon to start telling people I’m almost 40?
Fibro, cfs, and insomnia?!? I had no idea…puts your previous post into better context. You are THE superwoman. Feel better soon.
Comment by Soo — September 14, 2010 @ 4:32 am
Sounds like we’re due for a chat on the phone. I should have some time in the afternoons T, W, Th this week. I’ll try giving you a call!
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