Suck it up, buttercup.
Yesterday marked 24 weeks in my pregnancy. Twenty-four (okay, more like 20) of some of the most difficult weeks I have ever endured, both due to the pregnancy and other things going on in my life. I can see the light at the end of this pregnancy tunnel, and yet… I’m feeling quite depressed. I have no reason to be, mind you. My babies are healthy, my kids are well taken care of, my husband is amazing, and my friends and family have been... Read More
