I’m 25 weeks along in pregnancy number two and I’m starting to get a little nervous about history repeating itself.
I’m better prepared this time. I will be setting up an appointment with my psychiatrist to start medication before delivering Baby Deuce, to prevent the major hormonal drop that I experienced last time. I have established a therapist. I know what to expect.
But, much like last time, I don’t have a local support system in place. I’m not plugged in to my local community. Besides Hubster, my support system lives at least two hours away. Sure, it’s better than the six hours away they were last time, but it’s still not enough. They have their lives and can’t jump in the car for two hours if I’m in crisis.
It seems like we’re never home on the weekends, because we’re always traveling to things. When we have been home, it’s when Hubster is on duty and can’t go within 10 minutes of campus. Our church is 20 minutes from campus. We haven’t established ourselves at our local church by attending regularly like I wanted.
I’m saying that enough is enough. I need to get into a regular routine. I need to attend church every Sunday. I need to get to know people. I need to establish myself here. Needs.
It’s time to pay attention to my own needs. I need a routine that I can return to after Baby Deuce arrives. I need local friends and the comfort that simply having a routine and being plugged in to my community can provide me. I need connection.
I can’t fall down the rabbit hole this time.











