I took a six month hiatus; purposefully. Because it has always been my personal policy to not delete my blogposts, after the fact. This six months have been a crazy roller coaster of emotions — who knows what i would have said in my haze of sleeplessness, overprotectiveness and hypersensitivity. Giving birth was the easy part.
Hormones, get your act together already, damnit! It’s been six months and I am neither regulated nor settled. Could it be all the progesterone I took throughout the pregnancy? I do not know. Hot flushes, bloatedness, irritability — everyday. Could I be projecting all these ills on hormones when it could really just be a lack of sleep? or seperation anxiety from the forev-boyf who is based now in the great big US of A?
Anyway, I am resigned to looking 3 months pregnant ( I am not! Hold on to your galloping underpants! ) and have finally signed up for gym. (Yoga, specifically)
Some mornings are better than others.
My cheerful heartsong, however, wakes up in a completely different mood than mine. Excuse my voice. It’s a special pitch reserved just for E. She is, clearly the better part of me. sometimes i wonder if that means i am running on deficit.