I think us women are prone to giving ourselves a hard time.
Weight is a big issue for a large percentage of the ladies I know. Many of us are constantly on a diet, watching our weight, signing up to gym memberships and chasing the ‘perfect body’.
Pregnancy the second time around is a whole different experience. I do not know how people do it three, four, five times! Maybe it’s the sheer fatigue taking over but I cannot imagine having more than two children!
My three year old feels increasingly challenging at the moment. I’m sure he senses that I don’t have much energy so is running rings around me! I feel guilty that I don’t have the energy to do more activities with him at home or take him out more but I am trying my best. It won’t be forever.
This story is continued from my last post, The Trauma of a Difficult Birth.
I stayed in hospital for four days after Thomas was born. Much of it was a blur, I was tired and ill. I remember the feelings of joy, pride and disbelief mixed in with the fear and pain. I couldn’t believe my beautiful baby was finally here, he was all mine and I was responsible for looking after him. People talk about the intense you feel for your baby instantly, nothing could have prepared me for the intensity of love I felt surge through my body.
In this post I open up about the trauma of a difficult birth. If you are squeamish it probably isn’t one for you…
I had a wonderful pregnancy; very little morning sickness and I didn’t put much extra weight on. The only thing I struggled with was pelvic pains towards the end as my bump was so huge and swollen feet and ankles (or cankles!). People commented on how I was glowing and I did feel on top of the world for most of it. It really is a miracle to feel your baby growing inside you.