I was resenting the things that he was able to do around me, that I wasnt able to do. And its not his fault. Its no-ones fault. Its just apart of the process. I don’t think I would call it jealousy. Or maybe it was.
I share with you an entertaining, and maybe relatable, comparison between what I think the mum/dad stigma is, and my personal reality. Well, the shit that goes on in my head. Now this isn’t about being right or wrong, and I’m not being a negative Nelly. It is just the real, raw, honest truth that is swirling around in my VERY active, sleep deprived, exhausted, milking station mind.
If your about to embark on the first-time mum journey, or, you are a first-time mum, or you have been in the mum game for a while now, this post will either scare you, resonate with you, or entertain you. Within this post I share some of the real and raw stuff that went on in my head. The shit that people don’t usually tell you when you’re about to become a first-time mum.