Other than that, not a ton is happening. Mila is growing bigger and I am just smitten with her. She is beautiful and I love being her mama. I have to say though, she is not an easy baby - she's pretty high-maintenance, and while I understand that pretty much the definition of newborn = high-maintenance, I think she's taken it to a whole new level. She's fussy a lot of the time and is pretty much always demanding attention. I can't easily put her in her swing or let her just chill on the ground; it doesn't last long. It's really tiring. I wish I knew how to get her to just chill out and let me get some things done. Even as I'm typing this, she's yelling at me and telling me to get a grip and PICK HER UP. Sigh.
|Pretty sure Miss M looks quite dashing in lime green.|
I'm a wittle glum. Nothing big, just feel a bit down. My doc prescribed me Wellbutrin for the PPD, but I'm not entirely sure how well it's working - truthfully I don't feel much different, but I'm on the lowest dose, so maybe going a bit higher will help, who knows. I was hoping the running would help with the anxiety and depression, but I'm not sure how effective 3 miles worth of endorphins can be? Hmmmm.
Hope you all have a scrumtrulescent weekend. Tonight we're going to a carnival at Cade's school, and then tomorrow we are going Halloween costume shopping. Nothing too scandalous, but it should be fun anyway. Bye lovers!