I’m researching Pregnancy and Infant Loss quotes for an art project for a fellow crafter and my heart is breaking.
For all that I struggle with motherhood, I am everlastingly thankful for my daughter’s health and my own reproductive health.
And none of that changes this PPD.
This is my life. Moments of peace and days and nights of depression and joy all mixed up.
Is there anything cuter than a baby eating spaghetti for the first time?
I hate that I can’t convince myself to get off the computer and get shit done now that the baby is asleep.
pity party moment, PPD sucks, i hate myself.