I think I have the Mama Blues.
Quentin will be turning 4 months on the 29th and I'm just down. I don't know what's wrong. I can't seem to get up and get dressed. I don't see the point in dressing cool or looking good when I just sit home all day with a baby. You know? I get baby drool, poo and puke on me.
I know, I know, do it for myself. But it just makes me depressed to get all fancy for nothing. And I tried doing it for Michael, but he's a man. He just says "Hey babe, you look good" kisses me and that's it. I can't expect him to just appreciate my stylish self all evening.
Oh well. I guess I have the winter-post-baby-hate-my-body-blues. That and we have been having a rough beginning of this year. Gonna try to stay positive!