Sheesh, it's been a very long time since I've posted. I'm a bad kid. I've been too busy playing on facebook! Haha, wow, so very sad huh?
Me and Justin have been busy getting to know our little man. Jasper is growing like a weed. At his last check-up he was 13.2lb and 24 1/2inches. He got his first set of shots. Poor baby, it broke my heart to see him cry so hard. He cried HARD for a half hour straight and then whimpered for another hour. I'm not even exaggerating. It was aweful.
Ever since we got home from the hospital I was very emotional and upset over everything. I kept picturing Jasper, Justin and/or me dying. I would cry for hours over anything. AAAANNNNDDDD so I told my doctor and was put on Sertraline. I am SO MUCH BETTER!
LIFE is so much better!!
Why didn't anyone insist to me to get on anti-depressants sooner? I mean, it was pretty clear I've been depressed for a long time. Even I knew it. I was just too afraid to speak with a doctor about it. But after I had Jasper I was at my lowest low and something had to be done. On the plus side I never once thought of hurting my baby. I hear some mothers have those thoughts. I'm glad I never did. I would feel so SO guilty about my feelings and that would kill me.
It's wierd. Who knew life could be this amazing and wonderful? I am ridiculously lucky. I should go to Vegas, my luck is that good. I'll settle for a scratch-it.
