Pregnancy is the easy part

If you’re pregnant, I’m sorry but pregnancy is like the pre-funk to the party. And by party I mean eyes that look like you’ve never slept a day in your life. I’m talking fatigue like you’ve never experienced. If you’re one of those people who brags about how busy your day is and how you have no time, you know nothing until you become a parent.

If you have a baby that sleeps through the night, keep your mouth shut. You will never know the misery that comes from a baby that has FOMO every night.

Does is sound like I am a withered up old hag? I am.

I have an 8 month old who loves to party all night long. I should’ve known when he kept me up for hours from midnight to 3am when he was in my belly, kicking non-stop and legit starring in his own gymnastics routine.

5 out of 7 days, my husband and I look at each other and can’t get off of the couch. We live in a small town where food is not delivered. So, one of us offers to get something when we don’t have the energy to make actual food. And the other person high fives and says, “You got this.”

Sleep deprivation is real.

But where is the village? You know the saying, “it takes a village to raise a child?” I keep wondering when they’ll knock on my door and offer to send us to a sleep clinic or rehab.

Not every day is this bad, but after a Mom’s getaway to come home to a husband with food poisoning and a baby who is starting to experience separation anxiety, the reality is harsh.

I will probably look at this and laugh one day. Today, I wonder about all the other Moms out there who are trying to run a business and take care of their baby and how they do it or at least how they pretend to do it.

I love looking at perfectly photographed pregnant moms to be. I giggle. The perfectly decorated baby room and their hair and makeup done professionally. It’s funny because I was just like that (except for the hair and makeup part – I’ve never been like that), but the decorated, organized room where clothes were hung up and everything was ‘in its place.’

Now, I write and wonder if I’m making sense. Wondering if I’m alone, feeling this way. I keep waiting for things to get easier. Waiting for life to settle down. It’s not happening.

Some are born to be mothers. Like my Mama. She is the most maternal selfless human being. She offers me a glass of water at my own house. 

I want to end this post with, “But it’s the greatest thing ever!” because I feel like people want me to say that. But I’m going to be a rebel. Motherhood is hard. Yes, when he smiles I am a happy girl. But when he cries/whines, I feel like Cruella Deville.


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