Pure Drivel

1) When your house smells like something has died below, and yet the pest control people and the septic people all insist everything is fine, you bake bread. The smell of baked bread will mask the funk.

2) I went to the doctor yesterday after feeling like a prepubescent teen for the last month or so. It seems I am suffering from anxiety again (or still,) and perhaps also postpartum depression. They now want me on a full-blown anti-depressant/anti-anxiety medication every day for a while. Of course, the medicine they have prescribed is so expensive, my insurance company doesn't want to cover it.

You know, I always find it best when an insurance company overrules the medical decision of the doctor, especially when it comes to the mental and emotional health of a young mother; there's a good idea.

3) Also, my doctor has referred me to a shrink. It seems after three miscarriages, the loss of my mother and the birth of my daughter (which has resulted in postpartum depression/anxiety issues,) I'm due for some couch time. This is probably not the worst idea ever.

4) The dogs are spending more and more time in the garage/back yard, and yet the dog hair continues to permeate my life.

5) I have a carpet cleaning company coming out today (sometime) to deep clean the couch that Portia has made her own in the night while we are asleep and unaware. Once the couch is clean, we are moving furniture around to try to make our rooms more baby friendly. Dog privileges indoors will be limited; my evil plan is almost complete.