August

It used to be that as a child that I hated the start of August, it meant only a month of summer was left before the dreaded school year began once again. We all know that school is only enjoyable until the new clothes run out, which gave me a week, maybe 2, at best. And then I did the countdown for Christmas holidays.

July flew by, a write off of a month, due to the move. We did nothing enjoyable, did not even attend Klondike Days with its new name of Capital Ex. Well, Taylor and William did, but just to go see Simple Plan. It was a hell of a month. I fell out with people, which I had sort of mentioned before. It is all very petty and silly and probably not worth getting into. Needless to say it all added to the stress of this already stressful pregnancy, which sadly has me more depressed than I have ever felt.

I am totally expecting to have post partum depression, which I have never had before, with the minor exception of the blues when Liam, who was supposed to be my last child, stopped breastfeeding at 10 months. So what is wrong now? I don't know really. Well, I do. I am just not ready to throw the very pathetic realities of my life out there to you all. One always hopes that things will get better in the next few weeks, even if they know it is almost impossible. Life's a funny wee game.