A few friends are having babies at the moment, and I am finding that I am increasingly having to keep my mouth shut when they speak. I am trying to keep schmum.
You know, I am sure loads of people were dying to roll their eyes at me when I was pregnant. But it’s so hard not to start chuckling and to start pissing on your friends pregnant parade. I’m smug – I know how it goes, what happens, the reality. Of course some aspects such as birth are individual but there are always relatable aspects. It’s not fair I don’t think to keep chipping in and telling people how it happened for you. Sure, if they ask for advice, then by all means give it. But it’s pretty hard not to feel smug that you know how it feels, and they don’t, but they soon will, the poor buggers.
I’ve found myself saying ‘get some sleep!’ Or ‘you won’t know what hit you!’ And I cringe inside. It’s so annoying when someone says that stuff. But I can’t help it. There’s other stuff I could say, so it’s probably better I say that, than the other stuff flying around my head.
Here’s just some of the thoughts I’m just dying to tell people, but I know I shouldn’t. Probably because they’d think I was insane.
– my initial thoughts on motherhood was that it was the worst thing I’d ever done. No unicorns farting rainbows here.
– Breastfeeding was not easy. And you just start walking around naked because it’s easier.
– yeah you’ll be awake for probably the first 168 hours after birth. Nothing can prepare you for that, even a week or two lying in till 11am watching loose women
– take full advantage of the only time you can ever justify takeaway 7 days a week
-You’ll smell sick and/or poo wherever you go. You WILL smell of poo. And sick. And it’ll be in your hair. And you won’t even care coz you’re too tired.
– Poo. In a few weeks all you’ll actually care about is poo.
– In 18 months time, no one will give a hoot how you fed them, trust.
-Meconium only comes off with sandpaper. (Well, it seems that way, or use at least a bag of cotton wool per poo)
-Try not using you’re arms for a few weeks before the due date. Get nifty opening doors and packets of crisps with your feet.
-you will never be alone, ever again. Even in the toilet.
– Yeah, sure you’ll take turns. It’s just you’ll have way more turns than he does.
-I guarantee you’ll argue about washing up within 2 months of the birth.
– but it’s all great and lovely and almost 2 years later, I can look back without flinching.