The Diary of a First Time Mum Part 2

Its a strange feeling when you find out that you are pregnant. And I don’t mean whether the baby was planned or not; that is a very different issue that I am not going to tackle.

I mean when you do the test and the initial celebrations (in our case) are over. You maybe do another test a few days later; just to be sure. But, yep, you are pregnant.

Now what?

Its odd- you know that your lives are going to change forever. You know that in less than a year, your world will be turned upside down. And possibly right way up again.

But you don’t feel any different.

I didn’t feel any different within myself. There was a baby in there? Really?

Its odd, eerie and altogether strange. And you know what? I don’t think there is anything wrong with that.

Maybe it is God’s way of letting you get used to things before it all goes a bit crazy.

I didn’t feel any different.

Then the morning sickness came. And the stomach. And the stretch marks. And the tiredness.

It is such a special time.

The Diary of a First Time Mum Part 1

The world isn’t completely honest about being a parent. There is plenty that they miss; plenty that they over-simplify and some that they get spot on.

Its impossible to describe the reasons for wanting a baby. There’s plenty of statements you can utter and each will be different for each person.

Perhaps it is a primitive instinct that kicks in. The need to continue the species. Perhaps there is no hiding from the maternal, no matter how much of a tomboy you were (or are). Perhaps wanting a baby is a natural extension of showing the love you have for another; the father of that child.

Maybe its because you didn’t feel love any where else, but crave the love to be found in a babies eyes. Maybe it is the only way to stoke the fire of affection of the man that you love. Maybe he will only stay because of a baby and you can’t bear to do this life without him.

Either way, when you get right down to it, you want a baby because you just do.