Most of what I worried about during pregnancy were immediate concerns like unexpected bleeding and my kid's foot dangling out of my cervix at 27 weeks. You know, the usual stuff. When I dared to think ahead to life with a healthy child, I desperately hoped that my regular clinical depression wouldn't flare up in the face of postpartum hormone fluctuations. After working and hoping so long for Baby E, it would be unimaginably cruel to be faced with postpartum depression. It would seem with my past bouts that it would be a foregone conclusion for me.
So imagine my surprise that I don't just feel okay, I feel flipping fabulous. I have never felt happier. Even with the interrupted sleep, the spit-up, the shooting poo, and the spouting fountain of pee that encompass my days, I can't keep this goofy grin off my face. I enjoy taking care of my son. I love that he finds comfort in my arms. I find happy moments, frustrating moments, tearful moments, funny moments--all things that you should feel.
I hope this continues. Excuse me while I go find some wood to pound on now...
BTW, my dog officially likes soy-wasabi almonds. Seriously.