Inspired by posts such as this; ‘what pregnancy has done to my body’, and ‘25 ways you know you’re a parent‘ I am taking this time to appreciate NOT yet being a mum. Apart from when I’m at work. And even then, the youngest just turned 5 so they’re so old that I could probably just let them drive themselves home, they’d be fine.
- I appreciate that my body is mine, shared only with one respectful adult.
- I only have to look after 1 person, and he IS actually capable of picking up after himself, even if he usually doesn’t.
- I have a rough idea what to expect of the day ahead when I wake up in the morning.
- My hormones are all over the place, but in a manageable kinda easygoing way.
- I can lock the bathroom door, or even not lock it, because no one is here to walk in on me.
- I don’t drink coffee but if I wanted to I COULD.
- Same applies for alcohol.
- and drugs
- same does not apply for blue cheese though cos I ain’t never eating that shit.
- There are no toys in my house. There is one colouring book and one board game, and one plastic polar bear.
- I can sit here, and type this.
- My boobs stay roughly the same size each day, not inflated or for that matter deflated.
- My hair is the same slightly annoying thin straight long browness. It doesn’t get all thick and luscious and then one day completely devastate me by falling out.
- No one throws up on me
I will attempt to appreciate my body how it is right now before it gets erm.. changed by carrying a human being inside. But, equally, I can’t wait to meet them. And see their funny ears.
However, on a side note, many of the things mentioned in those posts are actually already in my life.
- I can’t sleep past 6am, due to him going to work. No matter how many pillows I put over my head.
- A trip to Ikea would probably be a date, but I do really love Ikea (that’s number 16).
- I already have to worry about headlice.
- At work, I am frequently manhandled, or kidhandled, no part of me is off limits now that I’ve known them 6 months.
- I am frequently asked to carry someone (albeit it is in words, rather than by hysterical crying).
- Someone is always conversing with me while I pee
- I’ve been peed on three times in the last month, twice at the nursery where I help out and once by my niece. I wasn’t bothered.
And I’m about to start training as a children’s nurse so the bodily fluids may well be worse than being a mum. I’ll let you know.