Week 8 and 9. It hit me hard at 2 a.m. I'm not sure if it's considered postpartum depression or just a mix of pre-existing anxiety and a lack of sleep. Whatever it is, I can't sleep and I can't stop crying. It seems that all the changes in my life just hit me at once; my fears and worries of parenting an emotional, active step-child with ADD, maintaining a marriage, and raising a newborn all just became so incredibly overwhelming. I want to run. For the past hour, I've been day dreaming (night dreaming?) of putting my 9 week old daughter in the car and driving to Rochester. I'll be safe there and I miss my cousin anyway. Plus, if I'm anywhere but here, I wont have to deal with the stress of a step-son who I worry will hurt me, or worse, my daughter when he's told he can't play video games. I wont have to worry about enjoying my time with my daughter because there will be nothing to stop me; I'll be less focused on pleasing everyone else and wor...