After we just had a check-up in the hospital, I figured it´s time to start logging my pregnancy through weekly bump updates here. I already feel that this pregnancy is flying by compared to the first one (probably because of chasing a toddler every day) and I am not really realizing what all is going on so I figured these weekly updates will also help me to keep track of this pregnancy and have something to look back at later.
Tomorrow the bichin is turning 1 year old. A year since I gave birth and I am honestly still a little bit traumatized by it. But after a year, time to tell his birth story and maybe take some of that trauma away.
Hate to break it to all the pregnant ladies but from the moment you have delivered that baby the attention will shift completely away from you. Especially (first-time) grandparents will go from all the attention in the world for the pregnant daughter (-in-law) to “thank you very much, you have done your job, our grandchild is here now, you are dismissed”. So yeah all that attention, care and love during pregnancy is basically just to make sure you do the job well and make sure they will have their grandchild. CONTINUE READING
We all know the famous “pink cloud”, this place new mothers are supposed to be on when they finally have welcomed their newest family member in the world. Most stories from newbie mothers are usually quite black and white: they are either on a huge pink cloud where everything is so beautiful and amazing (= the large majority) or they have a postnatal depression. There doesn´t seem to be anything in between and I think actually most mothers are, especially in the beginning, somewhere in that grey in between area but don´t dare to admit it. It is as if the motherhood clan made a deal that we don´t share the bad stuff and all keep up the appearance about how lovely everything is and how perfect our new life is. But seriously, who are we trying to fool?