I've never cared that much about my stats. After all, I write this blog mostly for myself. However, I do check them from time to time, mostly to see what people are searching for when they find my blog and what posts they click on the most. Last month, my most popular entry was a post on post partum depression in men. I said it was ludicrous that men could get post partum because the women are the ones doing all the work.
Well, I must recant. After actually having a child and knowing something about what happens in those first few months, there's no way I can agree with such a statement now. I don't think that Peter actually got depressed, but if he had I certainly wouldn't have blamed him. I was extremely depressed I now realize (although not to the point of actually hurting Andy thank god), and Peter certainly had it hard too. He had to work all day, come home to a crazy wife with an extremely fussy baby, getting no time for himself at all. And that lasted for a long time. I used to hand Andy over to Peter and walk away when he got home. I would call him up hysterical on many an occassion. I don't know how I survived that period with any sanity, but I really would have jumped off a bridge if it wasn't for all his help. I am very lucky to have him as the father of my child.
Today is actually our 11th dating anniversary. While wedding anniversaries are nice, I think the dating anniversary is more of a reflection of our time together. For someone my age, that is a very long time to be with someone, and I'm very lucky to be at this point with Peter. He is such a generous, caring person who takes such amazingly good care of me. So many people tell me how lucky I am, and I couldn't agree more. So I guess this post has turned into a "Yay my life is great" post, and I'm sorry for it. I just get all gushy when talking about my hubby. He's just so damn neat!
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