Postpartum "Pression"

Marcus has been joking around that I am suffering from postpartum "pression", which he thinks is the opposite of depression. I'm not sure that is exactly what it is called, but I agree that I really could not be any happier right now.

I wanted to have another baby so badly when I became pregnant with James. Any of you who have been reading my blog for a while now knows that although things went extremely well health wise this pregnancy it was plenty emotionally draining for me. I lost sight several times of that feeling I had when I decided I wanted another baby. While at the hospital the morning of James' birth (before the c-section) I was REALLY thinking that I had gotten myself into something that I was not totally sure I wanted to follow through with. I had to keep reminding myself that I had never been happier in my life, despite all the problems that I was experiencing at the time, than when Connor was born. I knew I would likely feel the same way after James' birth, but it seemed so far away from how I was feeling that I doubted it a little.

Of course, as soon as I heard Dr. Gourley say, "he looks like your son" and hold James up for me to see I melted and that fantastic calming "love to be a mother" feeling washed over me and I have not gotten down from that high since. In fact, that feeling has increased more and more as I've spent time with James, Connor, and Marcus.

I'm tired, achy, sore, swollen, missing Connor (who's at my mom's until tomorrow), and as happy as I have ever been.

Today Marcus and I are going to focus on taking more pictures of our little guy (we haven't been as snap-happy this time as we were with the first baby) and hopefully I'll have plenty of photo's to post later today.

Thank you to all of you who have left such kind and supportive comments in my last few posts, as well as family and friends who have called, texted, and visited. Having so many good people in our life to share this experience with certainly adds to my "pression"!