I am drowning, I wrote to myself in my journal. No, that’s not right. I’m being bricked in. It was a few weeks after Beatrice was born. I was already back in the swing of things–I had been since her second week. Schooling, housekeeping, childrearing, everything. I had sent a text a friend saying I felt “thin”, like Bilbo with the ring. To another, I confessed, Number Six may be the one that does me in.[Read more…]
I hesitated while typing the title of this post, wondering how long I’ll keep up the “postpartum” portion, because I have no idea how long that technically lasts. Six weeks? Six months? A year? Oh well, it’s there for now, and I suppose I’ll drop it when I no longer have anything interesting to say about myself!