...We were catching up as part of our first ever little Mother’s Group. Actually, I won't be calling it that, I'm going to call it a Survival Group...
...This course wasn’t about having a drug free, natural birth in the bush whilst wearing a flower crown despite even my own first misconceptions, but rather about knowing what it is that we wanted out of our birth, knowing the different options available to us and understanding what it was that the female body goes through when it births...
...but I do miss me. I do miss being more upbeat and positive. I miss being able to do a deep squat with Isaac in my arms without sounding like I’m going for a Cross Fit Nationals title.
If I’m honest, it’s not something that I’ve ever had to battle with a great deal personally. Don’t get me wrong I’ve had my moments but generally speaking I’ve not had to look the black dog in the face “so to speak”.
I was desperately trying to work out how much of this “pain” was actual pain and how much of this “pain” was confused with fear.
Carrying this little snow pea I have barely had a chance to think about the fact that I am with child, often even forgetting until the overwhelming urge to throw up arises in me.
We somehow managed to conceive a baby whilst I was still weaning Isaac and yet to gain my cycle back.