For the past four years–minus the last trimester of my pregnancy with Petra and a few months post-partum–I’ve been taking the anti-depressant Zoloft for depression and anxiety issues.  I can’t overstate the difference it’s made in my life (and in the lives of my family), but the time has come in this pregnancy for me to take another break.  Yesterday I finished a nine-week taper, and while it’s good to be done with that, I can’t say that I’m loving the withdrawal.  I’m feeling mostly fine, emotionally speaking, but the exhaustion is doing me in.  I am dragging all the time, and it’s really not fair how much extra household stuff Olof’s been roped into doing.  He never complains, of course (or even so much as looks put-upon — the man truly is a saint), but I can’t help feeling useless and burdensome a lot of the time.