I was feeling pretty down lately. I wonder if it possible that the vicodin is contributing to my depression. I have been crying at the drop of a hat. I was at the store yesterday with Trey. We had a great morning. All I said was, "I love spending time with you." That's all it took. I was sobbing on the picture frame aisle in Target. Poosr guy. He just hugs me and tells me he loves me. He must feel more like a dad sometimes than a husband.
So, I haven't taken any meds today in hope that I will stop acting like a bumbling fool. My sciatica isn't too bad right now because I am sitting. School is out and I am so thankful. I might have needed to take some time off if it continued much longer. I love my job, there is just too much happening.
I started packing the hospital bag. I am dealing with it better than I thought.
I am now worried about post-partum depression. I know that it hit my sister pretty hard and I am worried that will happen to me too. I asked Trey to be honest with me and let me know if I worried him. I know that we will be going through so many emotions regardless of what happens. I am just scared that it is going to hit double hard if we lose her.
I have said it before and I am sure that I will say it again. I think too much!
No comments:
Post a Comment