I have NC because I don't want this connected to me, I want to let it all go.
So here goes (you lot are sounding boards for my free therapy session)...
Ds3 is only a couple of weeks old, I am tired (obviously) but I'm also fed up. I was hoping my SPD would be improving by now, but instead it seems to be going the other way. I'm completely housebound and being in constant pain is getting me down.
I've also just been diagnosed with a large bartholin's cyst.
My back hurts from sitting down too much.
I've (obviously) put on weight and have post-birth sag, and feel like I look utterly revolting. The pain means I can't exercise, and I'm just going to get more revolting.
But here's the big one that is the reason I'm whinging here and not in real life, dh is depressed. My lovely, caring, wonderful dh who would do anything for me and makes me the happiest I've ever been has spent the last two months wanting to kill himself.
He says he won't because he doesn't want to leave me and the dcs, he's just started ADs and CBT, and his talking therapy is due to start soon.
He had been better since starting the ADs, last night I tried to talk to him about the things above. He hasn't wanted to touch me since he got depression and my self-esteem has taken a hit (since it was already low due to loathing the pain, uselessness and flubber that is my body).
Anyway, it spiralled and he got sad and so I comforted him. I am a horrible horrible person for trying to lean on him. He's not strong enough. So I'll post here instead. I'm a more horrible person because this is what I want to scream:-
"What about ME?! I've just had a baby and I can't walk, and my husband is ill, and I'm scared it could prove fatal, and everyone keeps asking how I'll cope when he goes back to work with 2 under 2, and the answer is "I haven't got a fucking clue! I don't know how I'm coping now!"
Dh does all the cooking and we're hiring a cleaner. But there's stuff everywhere. And where there is stuff, I can't walk because I can't lift my sodding useless legs, so I either have to move everything, which hurts, or I stay in my designated safe zone. Which I'm tired of.
I really want to scream "ME! ME! ME!", but I can't. Dh has to look after me physically and I have to look after him emotionally. That's just how it is right now.
So I shall whinge here and don't worry about replying. I just need an outlet.
The important thing is the dcs are all healthy and safe, and dh and I will get through it. And one day he'll come to bed at the same time as me again, and not suddenly need to take the bins out, or rush off for some other reason, and he'll take me in his arms again, and it'll all be ok.
If you got this far you get a badge for being "whinge-listener-to-of-the-year"
Now then.
back on. Start the day.