10 Things I Hate About My Postpartum Body
OK. So this is tough. We’re living in an age of sparkly social media front and female empowerment, and we’re …
OK. So this is tough. We’re living in an age of sparkly social media front and female empowerment, and we’re …
I’d be lying if I said I missed being pregnant. People used to tell me I’d miss it. I was pretty sure they were wrong… and it turns out I was right about them being wrong. (I thought I might miss feeling the baby moving, but if we’re totally honest, I like hugging him outside of me now even more, so I don’t even miss that.) I did not like being pregnant. It was really, really hard.
Waiting to go into labor with your first baby can be downright terrifying.
You have no real idea what to expect, but you’ve heard about 462 birth stories that all have one general theme – PAIN.
Do not read this if you are easily disgusted, or if you are going to comment here and tell me how gross it is that I wrote about this stuff, or that I have no filter. Do not read this if you are a dude, unless you are married to a very pregnant lady and want to be supportive. But DO read this if you are pregnant, (maybe especially if you are pregnant for the first time).
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I’ve never been a serious snacker, but lemme tell you, it’s nearly midnight (we’re wide awake waiting for the squishy baby to realize it’s night time) and I am shamelessly devouring one of those microwave pasta things.
Yes I had supper. Big supper actually. But keeping up your breast milk supply takes calories.
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It’s something that you really can’t comprehend until you’ve done it. And even then, when you’ve done it, postpartum still seems like a hazy + baffling time.
And shocking.
The postpartum experience is shocking, to say the least.
I didn’t want to be that mom who spent her kids’ lives on her phone. I didn’t want them to remember me staring at a screen all.the.time.
Above all, I didn’t want them to grow up thinking I thought my phone was more important to me than they are.