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my doctor asked me today about depression, but i just said everything is fine. i did, however, have her look at my boobs, since i have all these stupid plugged milk ducts that don’t want to come unplugged, resulting in a lot of pain. OH WELL. and i am going to have a Mirena [for those who don’t know, it’s an IUD] put in at my six weeks checkup. it has become very apparent that i am not good with birth control, sooooooooooooo hopefully this mirena will be great for me. not having to worry about taking the pill, not worrying about putting the patch on and suffering from the stupid skin irritation, just stick it in me, and i can forget about it for five years. YES!

PJ keeps telling me he’s going to impregnate me somehow before i have the mirena put in. he sure does want his boy, but NO THANKS, i need a break after all this child-bearing, not to mention that it’s enough having two kids so close together, i can’t possibly imagine three. though i do eventually want to try to have a boy later on. just later LATER on.

i guess PJ is going to the concert this weekend. i would like to go, but i don’t feel like trying to find a sitter. i feel guilty when other people watch my kids, so i’d rather sit at home and have no life besides playing with my babies and staring lifelessly at the television for hours on end. i lack motivation to get up off my ass. i need to change that, but there’s just so much going on in my head right now, it’s hard to deal with it all. i can’t even fall asleep sometimes. thankfully i get so exhausted i just pass out here and there.

i’m going to go. too long of a post. too much complaining.