Where'd we go?

A friend pointed out the other day that we haven't posted anything since I first mentioned Zoloft. I'm sure that's just a coincidence although, after contemplating it for all of a day, I called my midwife and said, 'Hook me up with the Happy Juice.'

It's supposed to take a couple of weeks at least to really kick in, but I'm already feeling a bit better. The overwhelming anxiety and need to cry has morphed into a general, underlying sense of unease. Doom, in other words, is no longer right around the corner but rather lurking somewhere down the highway. It's a nice change.

Every day gets a little easier for us here in the little green house. TheBoy is a tad whinier than usual, but remains very happy to have 'my baby' around. He's especially fond of her long, long fingers.

And she is doing great. After some initial difficulties with her weight -- difficulties that were nowhere near as stressful as my hormone-addled brain made them out to be -- she's blown past her birthweight and is now rapidly approaching double digits. Big mom, big girl. TheBoy is going to be in deep trouble in, say, five or six years.

That, plus the general lack of sleep, is really all the news we have for now. We're still trying to establish some sense of normalcy, at which point we'll resume regular programming.