When Gigi at Kludgy Mom first approached me about guest posting for her Summer of Love series, she said she was looking for “extremely funny and/or summer-themed pieces.”
So, when she extended the actual invitation, not only was I both flattered and thrilled, I also knew exactly what I wanted to write about.
There was just one catch.
“It involves boobs,” I told her. “Specifically, my boobs. Even more specifically, my post-weaning-fully-engorged boobs. In a bathing suit.”
“That sounds great!”
So, today I’m over at Kludgy Mom talking about the most well-timed personal crisis ever.
While it’s a rather comical story, it does touch on the issue of postpartum depression. And that’s no laughing matter. PPD often cloaks itself in the normal stresses of new motherhood and tricks you into believing that your feelings of anxiety and inadequacy are normal. But they’re not. Feeling as if you’re slowly coming apart at the seams is no way to live. Trust me – I speak from experience.
If you’re pregnant or have had a baby within the last 18 months, it’s a good idea to know the signs and symptoms of PPD. And if you believe that you or someone you love is suffering from it, please don’t hesitate to seek help from a trusted provider.
I’ll talk more about PPD and my ongoing struggles with depression at some point in the future. But not today.
Today I’m taking a little trip down memory lane to exactly one year ago this week, when my breasts as I once knew them took their fall from grace.
It’s all perfectly respectable, I assure you.
So, head on over to Gigi’s to help me commiserate.
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