by the time i had my kids, i was considered a “mature mother” – yes, it’s an actual term. you know what’s funny, not hahafunny but sadfunny, is that by the time i felt ready to become a mommy, i may have looked young and felt young but my body was considered old.
with my first pregnancy, everything was so novel and wonderful and basked in a glow of love that i overlooked such things as extreme shortness of breath, GERD, maddeningly itchy skin, round ligament pain, hormones that make you want to stab your partner with an ice pick just because he has a certain expression while watching tv, peeing 12 x a night, a protruding belly button that looks like a third thumb. but by the time i was pregnant with number 2, i was ready for that sucker to be out by week 12. completely over it.
until the unexpected phone call. Continue reading