I wasn't prepared for:
How exhausted I would be even when it didn't usually seem like anything was happening.
Needing sooooooo much sleep, in the first trimester I was a narcoleptic napper and in the third I was tired all the time, and the closer I got to the end the worse it got.
The food aversions (earlier) and heartburn (later), I didn't think food would be so much of an issue.
The
permanent PMS-like emotional roller coaster, I could go from being "fine"
to "want to eat your soul" type rage in seconds, likewise the cry on
cue thing.
How my body would change, although that
freaked me out more in the beginning when I just felt fat, later I felt like my belly was
just rapidly growing to make room for baby and that's pretty cool.
How
I would be soooo excited about little baby clothes and socks, I have a thing
about baby socks and shoes.(although not as bad as the girl in "The
Price of Milk" movie)
How other people would think I am
weird for being interested in home birth, cloth diapers, diaper free,
breast feeding, co-sleeping and baby wearing. All those things seem
pretty practical to me.
How long pregnancy is, I felt like I would be pregnant forever and ever.
How little I got done on a daily basis and I was mostly okay with it.
Chores taking twice as long when I was so big!
The amount of support and love I needed on a daily basis.
How much I would love the baby, even before I had met him.
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