Yes, men can suffer Postpartum – Wikipedia told me so! – but no, I’m not suffering from depression following Laura giving birth to our first child. If everything goes according to our plan of attack, that’s a good 5 years off. Planning a wedding is work enough!
I am a little bit blue about the end of the celebration of somebody else’s child, though. I’ve decided to coin my own term for this sadness – Christmas Postpartum.
As a dragged my sorry behind into work today, yawning all the way, I couldn’t help but feel that same nagging woe I feel about this time every year. The presents have been unwrapped, the hugs have been shared, the good times have been had, and the vacation and holiday time has been used.
To be honest, it’s not even the presents that I look forward to the most. I’d much rather give presents than receive them. For me, it’s the time spent with family and friends who are always in great spirits. After spending four days in Florida with my family, and five days in Evansville with Laura’s family, I’ve grown accustomed to being around loved ones all day, and a schedule that involves little-to-no stress.
I’m not ready to give in to Christmas Postpartum just quite yet, though! With a New Years party that will bring together a bunch of friends coming up, and my parents coming down for a long weekend visit, there is still plenty to look forward to. And, I just finished reading Michael Phelps’s book, which has me motivated to get to the gym more than just once or twice a week. Four-to-six pack abs… here I come!
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