I mean, what do I write, anyway? Didn't I just fill up my profile with all the stuff nobody wants to know about me?
The truth is, I'm doing this blog for me. I'm by no means the wisest, most insightful person. I'm hardly the most verbose in my generation. I'm not much of an exhibitionist, although I suppose I must be one to some extent or I wouldn't have a blog.
Here's the real reason why I'm blogging: I have a very fragile psyche. I had postpartum depression after Intrepid was born. It took several months of Prozac, some heavy duty therapy and lifestyle changes to come out of that one. My second postpartum experience gave me previously unfathomable anxiety that I am now only starting to overcome. Now that I'm pregnant again, I fear an encore of either or both issues. It's like a crap shoot.
I've been reading a great book (I'll add it to my 'favourite books' in my profile) called Women's Moods, which has truly shed some light on how my brain works due to previous life experiences and hormonal shifts. It's given me some hope that I can have some control over my brain chemistry with the right balance of rest, nutrition, therapy and possibly drugs, if necessary. I'm throwing writing in there as well because I know it's good for my soul. Getting everything out helps - and that's what this blog is for.
I'm going to post a lot about my life as a stay-at-home-mom, a recovering addict/alcoholic, a woman with PCOS and previous fertility issues, a lactation student and lactivist, my life with the man I love and the friends I cherish and, of course, my amazingly hyper children who make my world a better place.
Read if you'd like. Don't read if you'd like. I'll be here writing my little heart out.
The truth is, I'm doing this blog for me. I'm by no means the wisest, most insightful person. I'm hardly the most verbose in my generation. I'm not much of an exhibitionist, although I suppose I must be one to some extent or I wouldn't have a blog.
Here's the real reason why I'm blogging: I have a very fragile psyche. I had postpartum depression after Intrepid was born. It took several months of Prozac, some heavy duty therapy and lifestyle changes to come out of that one. My second postpartum experience gave me previously unfathomable anxiety that I am now only starting to overcome. Now that I'm pregnant again, I fear an encore of either or both issues. It's like a crap shoot.
I've been reading a great book (I'll add it to my 'favourite books' in my profile) called Women's Moods, which has truly shed some light on how my brain works due to previous life experiences and hormonal shifts. It's given me some hope that I can have some control over my brain chemistry with the right balance of rest, nutrition, therapy and possibly drugs, if necessary. I'm throwing writing in there as well because I know it's good for my soul. Getting everything out helps - and that's what this blog is for.
I'm going to post a lot about my life as a stay-at-home-mom, a recovering addict/alcoholic, a woman with PCOS and previous fertility issues, a lactation student and lactivist, my life with the man I love and the friends I cherish and, of course, my amazingly hyper children who make my world a better place.
Read if you'd like. Don't read if you'd like. I'll be here writing my little heart out.