Approximately 12-weeks ago, my life changed as I knew it.
There I was, Weds morning, grasping onto that blue and white plastic stick, trying my best to hit my urine stream onto that white absorption tip.
As I patiently waited for my urine to slowly slide up and eventually display the results… I felt calm.
Now if you are a woman, and you are taking a pregnancy test… the results can either be exciting, disappointing, terrifying, or total chaos. Regardless of where you are with this choice, and what happens next–it is a life changing moment… one you will never forget.
My partner and I had decided to start trying. This was after many months of discussion. I took long drives and meditated many times on the decision. We shared our hopes, fears, and had many discussions on what kind of parents we want to be. We promised each other it would be our journey; a life experience we share.
If I do say so myself, we are GOOD–because we got pregnant faster that you can say baby. I don’t think either of us expected such quick results, but it seemed our little boy knew he was coming into this world, whether we were ready or not.
As I am now 16-weeks and counting, I finally have the ability to tell the world. As much as I would love to tell you that pregnancy thus far has been an estrogen explosion of pink fluffy clouds and perfection… it hasn’t. I promised myself I would not be one of those women that act like pregnancy is a blissed out ecstasy trip… unless it in fact was.
I may not know everything about this whole journey, but what I do know is suffering comes from isolation. And mommy’s that act like everything is perfect, are full of the same thing they will find in their baby’s diaper. I personally haven’t conducted any studies on the matter… but I would be willing to bet that a lot of the mental and emotional pain new mother’s go through–is simply because they feel alone and overwhelmed. And guess what–THAT is totally normal!
If you know anything about me, you know I am a huge advocate of sisterhood. Women that want to compete and compare–can keep on keepin on. Women are nurturer’s; we can’t help but think of those around us. And if there is ONE place that we need to unit as sisters, it is in the name of pregnancy.
NO ONE, I mean NO ONE, knows what pregnancy is like, unless you have a uterus, and have used it to build a baby. Partners, and anyone without kids can only try to understand. Thus, mama’s need mama’s.
My blog is taking a new direction. Pregnancy. Mom’s. Baby making. The good. The bad. The ugly and the stinky.
The focus will be on YOU, the mother.
There is no shortage of information on how the baby is doing through out this journey. The missing piece of the puzzle, at least from my perspective…IS SUPPORTING MOM!
If MOM isn’t supported–she can’t support baby. And as that baby literally GROWS inside mom, and then feeds off her milk–you better believe MOM needs to be supported. So let’s start talking MORE about that.
If this shift on my blog has you say ‘Arrivederci’ to me, I understand. And let me say how much I appreciate you for sitting down and reading my words, while accepting my grammatical and spelling errors. I truly absolutely appreciate it. So thank you.
If you are mama, want to be a mama, or know a mama–I would love so much if you help me share my message. My only intention with this operation is to support women; and I can only do this by finding the women that need support.
Namaste Mommies! I am looking forward to sharing this journey with you. Stay tuned for my prenatal yoga videos, coming this spring.