I'm surprised I'm not depressed. Or, I should say, my life is depressing. I used to be a smart and productive human. And now I'm lucky if I accomplish a tenth of what I used to in a day. Most of my time is spent trying to put this baby to sleep or keep this baby asleep. He's a terrible sleeper, day and night. I go to bed by 8 most nights because he sleeps with me, but he certainly isn't asleep by 8. I'm currently battling him to go to sleep and it's been more than an hour. And he took three 30 minute naps today. I haven't slept more than four hours straight in over a month. And before that it wasn't like I was getting great sleep. I'm fat and don't have time to workout. I hate my body, and losing weight doesn't seem to be happening. I don't get to leave the house much at all or spend time with my husband. I miss being able to do things and having free time. I know I should just be grateful that I have a happy and healthy baby, and I am, but, sometimes it just sucks. When I think about it, it's surprising not all new mothers are depressed.