Candice, I'm so glad Lu is feeling better, and you got the wrinkles ironed out of the insurance.
re: pp issues - I didn't have any with DS, and I didn't realize that I had had them with DD until *after* I started coming out of it...that was at about 3-4 months for me, luckily. Mine mostly revolved around my parenting skills (or lack thereof) with DS in the early months after DD was born, combined with the sleep deprivation and "all mommy, all the time" nature of DD. I do remember describing it as coming out of a haze that I didn't even realize I was in. It's so hard to recognize when you're in the thick of it.
I joke to DH that I'm lucky to have a self-image the size of Wisconsin (don't ask me why I pick Wisconsin), because with the way I look right now, if I didn't have a lot of self confidence I'd be in trouble. I'm about 50 pounds overweight, but I've been overweight for years now since before DS was even conceived, so it's not "mommy weight" for me. I'm actually the lightest I've been in years now, since before DS was born, but I still have a LONG way to go. It bothers me in that I know it's not healthy and that I don't like the way clothes look on me, and I know that I want to do something about it sooner rather than later, but it apparently doesn't bother me enough to do anything right now, and it doesn't impact the way I feel about myself; something my parents did for me has made me never link my outward appearance to my self worth, and for that I am forever grateful (I have to remember to ask my mom how they approached that kind of stuff, cause they really hit it out of the park on that one with me). I know I could look a lot better than I do - but I don't really care enough about it just yet, I'm still too into the stains, dirt, and body fluids stage of small children to put much effort into looking polished.... I bought myself a nicer pair of olive khakis a couple months ago in an effort to be a step up from jeans, and the first time I wore them out I got something greasy on them and now they're ruined. Bah. I've been recently getting more motivated to change my eating habits, so I think within the next 6 months-year I'll probably start a sincere effort, once K is a little more independent. I don't want to be the frumpy, dumpy mom that embarrasses the kids...I want to embarrass them for other reasons, like my goofball personality.

DH is a guy who likes curves, so he has no issues with the way I look now - but also loved the way I looked when we met (50 pounds lighter), so he doesn't really care whether I'm heavier or lighter...then again, I don't think I would have married him if he did.
I think the thing that bothers me most and makes me feel badly about myself is the house and housework. When I'm "on" and doing things regularly, I feel great and the house looks good. I tick off the chores on my chore list, and things are good...but if I let things go for even 2 days, it's a disaster area and I get so upset about it, feeling like I'm still just a kid "playing house" and when am I going to grow up? And I'm not even striving for perfection or "white glove"; I'm just striving for not being horrified if someone wants to come over. DH pitches in his share of housework; but he also generates a LOT of mess. His parents are hoarders and messy too, and since I do have a slob tendency I have to really motivate myself to stay on top of things because I feel so much better when things are neat. Not sparkling, but not disaster area (which is all too easy to slip back to).
As far as how I feel about my parenting, I have challenges with DS, but I'm good with DD. With DS it's the standard high-energy-budding independence-preschooler stuff, but I have to regularly remind myself to keep my cool and treat him the way I want to be treated; if I slip up and don't, he lets me know by being an inconvenient but deadly accurate reflection in his words and actions. I think DD is going to give me a run for the money because she's already so intense and opinionated....should be a very interesting next few years.
So while I may overall be pretty "together" and seem to kind of let things roll off my back and just kind of groove on, sometimes it also seems like it's just hanging by a thread, you know? Overall things are great here, but it's hard, hard work.
I think what pains me most is that many women look at this impossible standard of "perfection" and then blame themselves when they fall short. NO ONE is perfect, and most of the things that look perfect on the outside are crumbling on the inside, and/or just not worth the price to be paid for the "perfection".
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