So, I'm not sure what to do at this point.
Everything is going right. Breastfeeding is fine, he's gaining a ton of weight, he's smiling, cooing, waving his arms and legs.
He naps... ok...somedays are better than others, but mostly it's ok, and he sleeps 3-4 hours at a stretch during the night between quick in bed feedings.
So by every measurable measure, he's doing great. But I am still overwhelmed and exhausted. I'm happiest when he's sleeping. I don't think this is depression. My depression history feels extremely different than this. This just feels...like I'm repeating the same 2 hour routine over and over and endless.
I feel so guilty that I am not more grateful. Is this normal? Is there something wrong with me? Part of it may be that I don't have any real life friends in my town. My closest friends are over an hour away.