I know what I said but…
Isn’t there something about women and changing their minds? Is that a thing? Well it sure is now, for this crunchy mama.
I know I know… I winged, I cried, I carried on and had everyone feeling sorry for me;
Swore it was the last time. I may have even said I would never EVER do that again. The sickness, the gestational diabetes, the hugeness, the impracticality of having a giant turtle shell strapped to my front while trying to parent and even just adult.
And then the icing on the cake, giving birth. It nearly KILLED me.
I was quick to say (with a few colourful words) in the labour ward THAT’S NEVER HAPPENING AGAIN!
No pain relief is not a good choice ladies.
Well that lasted for about 5 minutes after the baby was born, and then the newborn baby love train smacked me fair in the face (and heart) and I completely forgot (or blocked) it all.
All the nausea, all the vomiting, all the drips, all the pain and feeling yuk and blechhh, all the uncomfortable sleeps or sleepless nights, all the blood tests, all the fingerpicks and diabetes, and all the diabetes bloody diet rules. All of it has gone from my mind and I’m left with the warm fuzzy giddy love bubble of the drug that is the newborn baby.
Valentija. She is a beauty.
I want more.
Like an addict chasing a high, I want more.
More more more more MORE!
I definitely don’t feel done. Far from done actually; I worry I will never feel done. No need to alarm the hubby…
Menopause will have to physically punch me hard in the ovaries and yell IT’S OVER LADY and then maybe I will. I’m sure I’ll cry.
But then theres always grandchildren..