tried to make me go to therapy, i said no, no, no....

... well, yesterday I sad yes. (Not yes, yes, yes, because that might make you think I really, really liked the support group, if you get my drift.)

So yesterday I went to the group. Let me tell you how badly I did not want to go. I was totally terrified of going to this thing. I thought the group would be made up of Alpha Mom types who sneak xanax with their soy protein shakes. I thought me and my hippie hair and filthy mouth and no-makeup and jiggly belly and hiking boots would never fit in.


Guess what. I fit in just fine. I felt so normal there, which might sound bad. It's not that they were so crazy that I looked normal in comparison. It's that I finally spent some time around people who are like me, which makes me feel a little normal.


It's kind of hard to believe, but last night was my first interaction with people outside my family in probably a year or more. I know, right? You're like damn Ninja Mom. You gots problems. Yeah. Yeah I do. So what.


Anyway I was really nervous to go, and I almost turned around a couple times. When I got there, I had a hard time at first, but bless the nurse's heart. She had everyone else go first, as far as introductions, and I was so glad, because by the time I had heard all the stories, I could breathe a sigh of relief. I wasn't some kind of freak.

I wouldn't say that the support group helped any as far as the whole postpartum uglies, but it was really nice to be in the company of other moms for awhile. I think I will probably go to the next meeting, in two weeks. I don't know. Depends how crazy I get between now and then.