But man, it’s not as easy as I thought it would be.
It’s like everyone I ever talked to in my life about children was hiding this one specific fact: the first trimester is hard.
Especially if you get a good dose of morning sickness. Which I did.
Well duh, I know. It’s kind of a no brainer, right?
On top of the feeling of being sick, I’ve had to go against everything I’ve learned about dieting and EAT MORE (yes good stuff, but also muffins and hot chocolate because I deserve it).
Then there’s the general feeling of fatigue, which I started out completely hating. My blogging regime went out the window because I didn’t have the power in my limbs to glue my fingers together let alone make something pretty.
Then I learned I had to review my concept of success. I had to realise the limitations of my body, and I had to become alright with that.
I went from a highly functional, busy professional with a growing blog, to someone who was happy if I could make it through the day at work then get home into my stretchy pants.
But I’m growing a fricking baby! Of course my body will be a little bit confused. We made it to 32 without having to do anything this hard together (unless you count the weight loss we achieved before my wedding, and even that exercise regime pales in comparison).
So, here I sit, typing away and praying for my energy to return. Apparently it comes back.
But it if doesn’t… I’ll learn to be ok with that too.