Monthly Archives: April 2013

  1. How Being in the Military Prepared me for Motherhood

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    April 28, 2013 by Katia

    Let me start with a full disclosure: reading the title alone will send my husband rolling on the floor in …
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  2. I am Passionate About – Finish the Sentence Friday

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    April 25, 2013 by Katia

    Kind of funny to talk about how I’m passionate about my kids. It’s almost equivalent to reporting that I eat, …
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  3. A Letter to a Pregnant Friend – Donate a Post by Lauren

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    April 25, 2013 by Katia

    Sometimes when you blog, it feels like you’re writing into a void. I am so happy to say that the …
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  4. Bird – Wordless Wednesday

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    April 24, 2013 by Katia

    This beautiful bird followed my husband around, when we were visiting one of the pavilions of the amazing Toronto Zoo. …
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  5. Someone Please Call 911

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    April 22, 2013 by Katia

    Last week 8 Month Old decided it was time to take us to the ER. After a four hour wait …
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  6. I Thought I Was so Cool When – Finish the Sentence Friday

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    April 18, 2013 by Katia

    I thought I was so cool when I posted the tweet about the aging widow, the Dutch lottery, Madoff and …
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  7. What I Really Lost When I Miscarried – Donate a Post by Stephanie Sprenger

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    April 18, 2013 by Katia

    I am so excited to kick off the guest posts with one of my absolute favourite mommy bloggers, Stephanie from …
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What makes a happy new year? 
This is my story, but I suspect, it might also be yours. 
Lately I haven't been writing much. Forget writing, I can't even produce an entertaining Facebook update. Why? Because selecting the right words requires an effort and I don't have any effs (for effort) left to give. First I stopped posting to my blog, then my blog's Facebook page and eventually my own Facebook profile. I'm making an effort but I find it draining. Who knew that posting funny updates on your profile is not so easy? 
Nothing dramatic is going on in my life. Work's been extra busy with some newly added responsibilities and stress, bedtimes are still long-ish and my sleep is still often interrupted, but it's not nearly as often as before. My "me time" is limited and starts late. The emotional energy I invest in my work, the nature of my sleep and the limited time I spend on myself leave me with little energy to spare. Any energy I have left and then some is invested in my kids.

My kids, whom you all know I adore and admire, are daring, often reckless and very young and inexperienced. Sometimes I'm surprised at the extent of their lack of caution and I'm always, always disproportionately worried. I know that because I'm unlike the other mothers around me. I come from a family of worriers and anxious people. My neural pathways always lead me to a dead end - literally. I catastrophize and imagine the worst outcome. For years I've been able to rationalize and talk myself out of useless, time consuming and energy wasting internal struggles with often imagined worrisome scenarios, but now that words are burdensome and my energy is dwindled, I can't. 
I'm entering this new year happier and more optimistic than I've been in awhile. Yesterday I went to see my doctor. After a lot of internal turmoil and thoughts about cancelling my appointment I came in and blurted out: I think I'm suffering from some form of anxiety. His very calm and matter of fact-ish reaction ("like everyone else in the 21st century") wasn't dismissive, but reassuring. Self care sometimes means looking deeper. 
I wish everyone a happy new year of good mental health. It's the basis for everything.
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