I feel like a total and complete failure. I mean, four weeks ago I had my daughter and I still look like an over-blown balloon. I'm only five pounds over my pre-pregnancy weight... But it's not enough.
I screwed up today. We had lunch at the church and my husband practically shoved it down my throat. He's pretty much watching me to see if I'm eating. He told me that because he was perfection (His ego is huge.) and I wasn't, that only made our daughter half perfect... I bet he doesn't know that I base perfection on my body image.
I don't know. Lately I feel like our marriage just isn't working. It might just be the postpartum talking, or it could just be the fact that sometimes I honestly can't stand him. I really love him but it feels like I've given everything up, everything I wanted for myself, to not be taken seriously and to be used.
I'm pretty sure that E.B. has thrush, so to the Doctor's office we go. We've been there at least once a week since she was born. Once for her newborn appointment, then for her Formula/Constipation problems, then for the Re-write on her Perscription for her formula for the WIC office, and then probably tomorrow for this. My poor child.
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