Dear Pregnant Me

Dear Pregnant Me,

You’ve been a mother for half a decade now, and it’s been the hardest, the best and the most exhausting five years of your life.

Some days you love it. And some days you don’t. Some days you can do it. And some days you really can’t. But here’s a few things I wish you’d known before it all began…

Pregnancy may seem the biggest and hardest thing right now. But it isn’t. The biggest and hardest thing is yet to come! Enjoy your freedom, it will be over soon.

Your life is going to change. Completely. Utterly. Forever. At first you will hate this change. Then you will accept it. And then you will love it.

Labour hurts. A lot. Intensely. Like nothing else. Mentally and physically. But you will get through it and you will get over it. It may be good, it may be bad, but when it’s done, it’s done.

Don’t forget your friends. No matter how tired you are, how much sick you have down you, how busy life gets, just pick up the phone. You will need them more than you know in the years to come.

Don’t let motherhood become so big, that it shrinks all the other parts of your life. Other things are important too.

Things don’t always go to plan. Just let that shit go. So they had a bad nap. So they wouldn’t eat their lunch. So they had a meltdown at the worst possible time and ruined your plans. In a few weeks you will have forgotten about it. Really, you will.

Everything (and I do mean everything) is a stage. Everyone says it, but it is true. It may feel like the night wakings or the teething or the potty training or the bad attitude will go on forever. But tomorrow, that will be yesterday’s problem.

You will shout. You will get frustrated. You will lose your temper. And you will say things you regret. And then you will feel guilty, say sorry, promise never to shout again. Until next time. But it’s ok. Children need to know that mummies are human too.

And the last, and most important thing I want to tell you, Pregnant Me, is this. You’re not the first woman to have a baby, a toddler, a preschooler, a tween, a teenager – and you won’t be the last. Just try to worry less and enjoy it more.

It goes so fast. Soak it up. Breath it in. Hold it tight. Because in a blink of the eye, that time is gone. Just like the pregnancy that you though would last forever.

Love always, Mummy Me x

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