You know how when your kids were babies, they’d act weird or sleep a lot and you’d just start to wonder what was up and – bam! – they’d hit a development milestone and suddenly it all made sense?
That’s how I feel right now. About myself, not my kids. I can walk and I’m already potty trained (and I’m only 33!), so I’m not entirely sure what to expect. But I just feel restless. It’s hard to explain, because I don’t understand it myself.
I feel… unsettled.
I think part of it is that I’m still trying to figure out what is going on with me physically. In the next few weeks I have appointments with an endocrinologist, cardiologist, and psychiatrist (my other doctors, my husband and my dad think it’s time I stop self-prescribing my anti-depressants based on what I read on the interwebz. I’m fairly confident in my abilities but I am willing to give it a shot).