I just wanted to say that out loud somewhere.

Our daughter is 15 weeks old tomorrow. While we have really supportive families, no one lives nearby and we recently moved so our friends aren’t either. I don’t get more than 1.5-2hrs sleep at any time during the night and I’m just worn down.

My husband asked me today if I had PPD. I really don’t think I do, and if anything, the question kind of reinforced my feeling that he doesn’t get how hard this is. I feel this expectation that he thinks I should be doing everything. Me on the other hand, I think he could be doing more. We had a good discussion about it tonight and realised that both of us feel we’re individually shouldering an enormous load. If anything, the conversation had made me feel worse.

This mumma business is so hard.