[Jenn]

I'm sad to say it, but sometimes I think to myself, "What was I thinking, having a kid?". 99.9% of the time our little dude is amazing: cheerful, giggly, full of smiles and fun. But then that other .1% of the time when he's up every hour of the night (like last night), crying inconsolably when there's NOTHING wrong, I feel like I'm going to either throw him in his crib and run away or lose my mind. That's when I think, "why was this ever a good idea?"

I've had PPD and gotten through it, but it's times like that where I feel the same crazy/unstable feelings creeping in.

Anyone else feel this way?