All of my married friends warned me about the post-wedding blues, but I didn’t believe them. I thought I would just be so happy that it was all over and that I was married that I couldn’t possibly be down.
I was painfully wrong.
I woke up Saturday morning in one of the worst moods possible. I thought I had just woken up on the wrong side of the bed and I would be fine once I had some coffee, but 12 hours later I was still cranky. I wasn’t tired or hungry, so I knew something was terribly wrong. Then I realized the root of the problem was that this was the first weekend in months that I wasn’t going to a party that was all about me to receive lots and lots of gifts, I no longer had a reason to get my hair and makeup done, I no longer had a reason to starve myself, and I no longer had a reason to smile.
Sure, I have a loving husband and a lot of blessings in my life, but that just wasn’t enough anymore. The post-wedding blues hit me hard and there doesn’t seem to be any light at the end of this tunnel. I demanded extra love from Eric this weekend and possibly a treat from J.Crew to ease the pain. I think that’s fair.
I think the only way to get rid of these post-wedding blues is to get pregnant and have all the attention on me again. That’s a good reason to have a baby, right?