I wailed [chatted/typed] to my friend this afternoon, "I got my period back!"
And she says, "It's good, you're fertile again."
Normally, this would be good news, fit for rejoicing. But these days ? When I'm still getting up every 2 to 3 hrs at night to feed and to pump milk, when there are still days when I go around like a zombie, when the house is still a mess and downstairs is like a maze booby-trapped with infant stuff, when there are piles of laundry waiting to be washed and piles of clean laundry waiting to be folded, hung and ironed, piles of hubby's magazines waiting to be read, sorted and recycled or thrown away ? Uh, thanks but no thanks. Not yet.
Don't get me wrong. Swe-cha is the greatest gift we've ever received and nothing could ever top that but we can only handle one of him right now :)