There's no rest for the weary around here, but there is plenty of joy to be had. My nurses and doctors keep talking about the baby blues and asking me if gently if it is becoming a problem. But I don't think bliss is a symptom for the baby blues.
Perhaps I am still sore and tired and my blood pressure and blood count is still a problem, but it's nothing compared to the misery of having two people inside me. And now I have a family of seven! Who woulda thought? Not me. And I get to kiss them all I want.