Depression is not so fun

I also blogged somewhat recently about my husband's battle with depression. It seems that with a baby on the way, the average casual observer would be mildly concerned. Perhaps even moderately concerned. Well, Casual Observer, let me reassure you.

First, while Mr. Man (I think I want a new nickname for him already...I'll work on that) was diagnosed as a freshman in college with depression, it is now much less of an issue for him. That's not to say it has gone away completely, but I think it seldom does. That is to say that he has learned very effectively to manage it. And to make positive changes in his life that make the "bad" days fewer and farther between. But they do happen.

I also mentioned I was borderline depressed and overwhelmed with feelings of failure regarding our house stuffs. And now I'm pregnant! Hah. Hah. Heh? Yeah...it doesn't escape me that instead of simplifying my life it's now going to get unimaginably more complicated. And that hormones are likely to make me bat-shit crazy. Which on top of all that other stress, is probably a reaaaalllllly good idea. I know.

All I can say, Casual Observer, is...I'm confident we'll figure it out. And no one said it would be easy. But I'm pretty sure I've been promised that it will all be worth it.