In my conversations with other mothers, friends, and bloggers it seems to me that nearly everyone is on some sort of SSRI (Zoloft, Celexa, Lexapro, to name a few). Despite the legions of well-documented side-effects suffered by those taking these drugs (including weight gain, sexual dysfunction, and snarkiness) it seems they remain the preferred method of addressing existential angst among mothers today.
As I tried on clothes the other day and observed (again) the new curvature of my body (which has been traveling toward chubby and away from bodacious these past months), it occurred to me this weight gain might relate more to Prozac than to laziness and maternal languor.
And wouldn’t it be great if there were some external reason for this? Something less blame- and shame-worthy than failure to attend kickboxing?
At Babble today, I raise the possibility that our over-reliance on antidepressants has taken the place of proper cocktail hours and orgasms.
What do you think?