I think I just made that word up but it seems to fit. Mommying. It looks awfully weird but I’ll go with it for now. It is inevitable that the past few and future few years held and will hold lots of marriages and babies for people close to me. Of most of my college friends I was one of the first to have a baby or two. I know of two pregnant ladies, I am suspicious of 3-4 ladies, and I have challenges out to another 4 ladies to get pregnant within the year. Yes, this is what my life has come to.
I appreciate the compliment of how well I did pregnancy (my husband may disagree), I love to hear how I somehow make mommying look easy, and I love nothing more than to lend an ear or advice (oh how I hated advice) to those women who are on their way to mommying. Everyone knows that I have spent countless hours researching baby and child products and usually know what and where to get, find, do, or fix all things infant. I take mommying very seriously but I also have a lot of fun.
I am preparing a series of sorts, hence my title here. Lessons in mommying. This might one day turn in to a best selling book. There are things your other mom friends might not tell you, others your doctor is not at liberty to share, some you just do not want to hear. Well, you’re going to read about them all here. I doubt this will be very well thought, most of the time mommying is just mental and emotional vomit!
Accepting your future in mommying.
You’re pregnant. This is what 6 pee sticks, 2 blood vials, and 1 ultra sound confirmed. For the next 40 weeks your body will grow human. You have recalculated your due date 17 times by using a random online due date generator. You will be so tired you might trip over your own eyelids. You will become ravenous, no pantry in the world is safe. The future looks bleak as you are now limited to 200 milligrams of caffeine and zero sushi. You know it is too early but you simply can not help yourself as you browse baby gear online and fill up your Pinterest boards for hours. Oh, you’re mommying. You’re already making notes of potential baby names, planning your baby shower, and picking out newborn photoshoot props off Etsy. You’re counting down the weeks or days until your next doctor appointment, although dreading the fact that you will have to pee in a cup at each visit. The idea of finding out the sex of this baby is consuming.You probably had to pause while reading this to go pee. This is mommying.
You want the carseat and stroller NOW. Is it too soon to paint the nursery in a neutral palette? You better tell your mom and sister that you refuse to have cheesy games at your shower. I’ll end this post so you can go get a snack and some ginger ale, but believe me this is only the beginning of mommying.