Being a mother, I mean.
DS is 11 weeks tomorrow. And of course I've not slept properly since before he was born but I just can't seem to handle it. I feel so angry and frustrated. Nearly every night I would start to feel optimistic about getting more than 2 hours sleep in a row and every night it doesn't happen. I now DREAD bed time. I'm sat here bf my son and have been since ten to 9 and there is no sign of him getting sleepy or finishing any time soon. He is thrashing about on me while he feeds. When he eventually finishes I have to spend ages bringing his wind up so he doesn't throw up his feed... and only then can I put him down and try and sleep myself. By which time I will be so wound up I won't be able to. I really feel like I am failing at this miserably but it's not something you can just stop doing.
I wish I'd have known how bloody hard this would be.
And I know IABU for wallowing in self pity but I am so bloody depressed right now.