I just don't seem to be able to snap out of this. My favorite thing in the whole world to do is cook. And I just adore anything having to do with cooking, too. At least, I did. I just can't seem to do more than pop open a can of soup these days. And don't even ask me to go grocery shopping.
How bad of a mom am I? There's no bread in the house, eggs are low, and we've not much milk left. And I just cannot make myself go shopping.
Is this the pregnancy or depression?