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Hey Kid! That’s my pelvic bone you’re punching!

So STOP already!

UGH! For the better part of the evening Cameron has been kicking my ribs and punching my pelvic bone. And to think – when I was filling my dad in on the news about the upcoming induction, he commented (jokingly of course) “Not interested in prolonging the joys of pregnancy, huh?” To which I promptly replied – “Ummm, yeah, no, not really, considering this is my third in four years. I am SO done being pregnant!”

And with that, I bid you adieu for the evening. I am going to attempt to sleep so that even if I AM getting punched in the pelvic bone, I won’t feel it anymore.

Happy Early Thanksgiving!

I will not be online tomorrow so I am posting my Thanksgiving wishes now. This past week I have been talking with Alli about the pending holiday. I asked her what she was thankful for and her immediate response was “Splashing in Puddles!” Shoulda known. The girl LOVES rain. Wish we had gotten more of it the past year.

I have a lot to be thankful for this time of year.

My husband

a roof over my head

two precious happy and healthy little girls

a healthy baby boy on the way

overcoming PP OCD

God’s blessing upon my work with other women suffering from PPD

I think that sums it all up. I am also amazed that in just 8 short months of starting this blog, I’ve had nearly 6500 visitors. When I started in no way had I ever imagined I would have that many people read my story. But yet here we are and bits and pieces of my life have been read by nearly 6500 people. This blog has played a huge role in my positive view of this pregnancy. If I had done this without blogging, there is no telling where I would be mentally. It has helped to keep me focused on the positives instead of the negatives yet has also forced me to admit when I am not doing so well and examine the reasoning behind that as well. And for that, I am also thankful.

Enjoy the day tomorrow – eat, drink, be merry. But do not forget to give thanks – even if it is for the simplest thing – like splashing in puddles.

32 weeks and counting down!

Why is it that now time seems to be dragging by?

Ever since I realized how fast delivery was rushing forth, it seems as if time has come to a stand still. Come the 25th of November, I’ll have about 6 weeks left in this pregnancy. I can’t wait until this whole pregnancy thing is over with because once I’ve delivered, I don’t have to feel like an invalid whenever I go to bed. Funny – sleeping is the only time I don’t hurt and yet climbing into bed is the ONLY time during the day at which I truly feel like an invalid because my pelvic pain prevents me from easily completing the task. Even with my support belt it’s difficult. Not to mention putting on the stupid belt has come to be a task that I hate. I haven’t worn it the past couple of nights because I’m currently out of alignment and lemme tell ya – wearing a support belt while out of alignment hurts. A lot. A whole HECK of a lot.

On a good note though, I was recently approved for more pool PT visits and had my first visit back today. It felt GREAT and I look forward to more visits.

Gonna take a nap for a short bit now – better cram in all the sleep I can get right now because once Cameron makes his arrival, I won’t be getting much of that at all!

“Clinical Depression is a luxury I can’t afford”

On October 30, 2007, a story was posted at the living section of www.cnn.com, written by Lisa Kogan, who writes for O magazine and www.oprah.com. The story is entitled “Funny Woman’s Unbelievably Busy Day.” Lisa Kogan is a single mother and her writing is vivid and snappy. However, when she gets to 4:02pm in her busy day, the entry reads as follows:

4:02 p.m. I get up again. I am ghostwriting a book, and four chapters are due by Wednesday morning. Clinical depression is a luxury I can’t afford.

And this is where i take issue with the article.

I have had clinical depression. A Major Depressive Episode topped off with OCD for some added excitement. I am here to tell you that in no way is Clinical depression a luxury. Now she may have been using the expression in a joking sarcastic manner, but that even makes it worse. As a mother who has suffered Postpartum depression, I have judged myself. I have felt as if others are judging me. I have been judged by others. It is a harsh cruel world. The Depression I experienced was anything but luxurious. I was unable to take care of myself, unable to shower, unable to care for my daughters, our dogs, my husband – and he bore the brunt of my outbursts. I was angry with him for no reason. He could say the nicest thing to me and I would yell at him. I spent a lot of time angry, a lot of time with horrible thoughts about myself and my daughters floating through my head. I finally landed in the hospital with my second round of this so called “luxury of depression.” Yes, I slept for two days which may sound luxurious, but trust me, sleeping at a mental ward is miles away from luxury. The pillows are as flat as paper, you are guaranteed roommates who may or may not be as sane as you currently perceive yourself to be, and worse yet, there are the other patients on the ward who are almost guaranteed to be well, frightening to a mother who’s not sure what exactly is wrong with her. We have all walked our own path that has led us to this place where we are seeking and desperately hoping for help – a return to the person we believe we can be. For some of us that dream is a reality, for others, unfortunately, it is not. But we all deserve just as much compassion, care, love, and respect from the outside world regarding our mental health status, whatever the diagnoses may be for us.

I wouldn’t wish clinical depression on anyone – not Ms. Kogan, not any mother. But some of us experience it and this is why I write my blog, why I volunteer with PSI, why I founded PACE – so those of us who do suffer can find hope and compassion. Now THAT is a luxury I can afford for myself and to pay forward – sweet support. (And sweet support is also a luxury that EVERY mother deserves to have!)

The Sneezing Sniffling Coughing Cold that really Bites

I’ve got a cold… a doozy of a cold that is making me feel just horrible enough NOT to do anything yet not really be sick enough to NOT do anything. And I tell you what – parenting while under the weather with one of these things truly bites. It really does.

You know what really bites though? Being that I am pregnant I can’t just take any over the counter medicine I want to in order to get better. Nope. Can’t do that. My choices are limited. And therefore I suffer longer because I can’t put the good stuff up against this nasty cold.

Not to mention that my job (stay at home mom) does NOT allow for any sick days. Nope, I have to muscle right through them.

I am SO going to bed early tonight!