7 month old baby

So I am on week three of Celexa. Still breastfeeding…still have my down days (instead of weeks!)…but I can honestly say I am feeling more and more like me everyday.

When I wake up in the morning, I’m not exhausted and I can physically get my butt out of bed. And, even though I hate to say this, I am enjoying L more. I thought I was enjoying him before, but now I know that the little cloud over my head was really getting in the way of my ability to enjoy him as I should have been. I can sit and play with him for hours without feeling bored or like I should be doing something else. We laugh and tickle and genuinely have a good time. The amazement is back.

He says “Dada” and “Mama” purposely now. Or he always did I didn’t notice it or light up whenever “Mama” came out of his mouth. I do now. I think he feels closer to me now too. Instead of another person to take care of, I now think of him as my little buddy I want around. I hate to admit that I felt that way…but now I know it wasn’t me – it was those darn chemicals.

I have also noticed that my friends and family aren’t afraid to talk to me or relax around me now. My mother and I are getting along better now. My sister doesn’t walk on eggshells, and my husband doesn’t feel like his going to hurt my feelings unintentionally anymore (well he does to a point, because of that whole ‘owning a vagina’ thing, but it’s not a constant on his mind).

I have been enjoying L so much, that I have actually been thinking about #2 already. So many bloggers I know have shown up pregnant that I feel a little envious… I wonder what a pregnancy is like without depression? But for now, I am going to wait until L is atleast 18 months old to start again. First thing is first – Lose this baby fat!

Who am I kidding, I was 200 pounds before I was pregnant. Luckily I am below that now, but not far. Oregon made me fat! Oregon!! Your food is tooo good! When I was pregnant, I actually lost weight, the most I weighed was 209 and I started at 200.

But I am serious, this next year will be devoid of fast food and full of exercise and healthy food. A lifestyle change is what I need. What we need. I don’t want L to grow up thinking that the four food groups end in izza, urger, aco, and ookies.

I say all this as I sit here and eat a bag of hershey kisses. It’s Christmas!! Don’t judge me!!

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………ya heard me!

(nom nom nom)

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We had a few Christmas gatherings this weekend, and L did so well that I think he is over his social anxiety. Before, L was really afraid of people and clung to me for dear life – but this weekend he was giving away free smiles and kisses!

Ever since he was born, my family had been calling him a grumpy baby – but the fact was he was only happy and giggly around my husband and I! We would take him somewhere else, and boom! Unhappy baby. Apparently 7 months is the magic month of him realizing attention is good, and that everyone loves him…they aren’t there to like…eat him…or steal him away.
My mom was very happy, because for a long time he would give her the big boo face every time she came near him. It was starting to really bug her, because my mother works with babies all day long who never give her a boo boo face. Boo boo face is when the bottom lip comes out and he instantly starts crying loudly, complete with alligator tears. Now, imagine a baby doing this every time you enter a room for 6 months! Yeah, that’s enough to make you feel bad. Especially if you are this child’s grandma!
But, and I have photographical proof of this, at a family christmas party this weekend he gave her kisses and hugs and giggled – basically he was the baby we know everyday – with my mother and that made her feel great.
I almost wonder if my medicine has helped him with his social anxiety as well! (since I, too, was a bit social this weekend which I haven’t been in years!)
It was a good weekend.
Now if I can get L to sit up on his own so he can play with the gifts I know he is getting next weekend! He does it on my knee, and on the changing table, but if I put him on the floor and he knows I want him to do it by himself? He refuses. *sigh* Stubborn little bugger.

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Okay! So I have those pictures for you of L in his jumperoo. Get ready for the cuteness.

Merry Christmas L. You were a good boy this year!!

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