We’re moving closer every day! Officially, I have less than four weeks before my due date, but realistically, my little munchkin may arrive at any moment. It’s an exciting moment!
I’ve been on a cleaning binge for the past week and I’ve gone into nesting mode. I’ve begun organising our cupboard room by filling many bags of old clothing and pieces from across the house for charity that we no longer use or use.
I’ve always believed that clearing the mind is good for the mind, and that couldn’t be more valid now as we await our new arrival. Another job that I’ve put off until now is re-painting some of the walls. I realise he won’t care what colour the walls are or whether the cupboards are already stuffed with junk, but I’m determined to clean up the house before he arrives. Another thing I ought to start doing is cleaning all of his sheets, which are so little and adorable!
This week has seen a lot of movement, and my hump has popped out a little further as he gains weight. My mother was overjoyed when she noticed him wriggling about at the weekend because she hadn’t seen him do that before.
I’ve had some lighting pains under my bump, which according to some websites may be lightening groyne, which is where the baby is attempting to engage, but it’s completely natural. While I haven’t acquired any stretch marks yet, I am aware that they will grow in the future; nevertheless, I swear that slathering on the coconut oil every day has improved.
Last week, I attended a breastfeeding class hosted by La Leche League, an international charitable organisation dedicated to assisting breastfeeding mothers. To be frank, I had no idea what to expect from the lecture, but I’m happy I went. They’re operated by former breastfeeding moms who have a wealth of expertise and experience on the topic, as are all of their classes.
We were a group of around 8 people, and we were able to express our personal fears around breastfeeding while also learning about strategy and what to expect. If this class is offered in your city, I will strongly suggest it to any expecting mothers.
There are no ways to express the passion that has grown up over the last few months. He might literally decide to come at any moment now that we are so near. I’d always wanted children in my life, and I couldn’t have been happier when we found out I was expecting.
It occurred to me a few weeks into my pregnancy, and it might sound ridiculous, but I immediately realised I was going to be someone’s mother, responsible for a life. Motherhood is a terrifying experience, but it is also a satisfying and joyful one.
Over the last few months, I’ve had a lot of fears about being a mum. One of my biggest concerns was whether or not I would be able to maintain my close bond with him outside of the womb. After reading several birth accounts, I am certain that this is a relationship that will inevitably develop between mother and baby.
I’m in awe of the amount of affection I have for somebody I’ve never met in person. I know motherhood won’t be easy; all of my friends who have had children assure me it’s complicated and exhausting, but well worth it. With the realities of motherhood and what it entails, I have a great deal of love and appreciation for all of the mothers out there, and a much greater amount of respect and gratitude for my own.
Even though I am physically and emotionally trained for labour, nothing will prepare me for the feelings I would experience when I first hold my baby boy. I expect it to be one of those beautiful times that I will remember forever. I’m very excited to see him, care for him, and see how his little personality develops.
I just know he and his father would get together like two peas in a pod. I believe I even have a cheeky monkey on my lips.
Do you have any apprehensions about the ‘M’ term, whether you’re expecting or not? How have you/have you lived with these feelings?
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