It has been done countless times before without a doubt. People automatically assume that it was an ‘accident’, we obviously weren’t being careful enough. Believe it or not though being thirty-six weeks pregnant with a ten month old in tow was totally planned. The best idea I/we have ever had. Pah!!!
Don’t get me wrong, I know and I am grateful for how lucky we are. We have a happy, healthy ten month old, and so far is proving so good pregnancy wise. I have however, learnt and experienced a few things along the way:
- A six week old baby and Hyperemesis do NOT mix! I had Hyperemesis the first time around, it lasted for twenty-four weeks, with a hospital admission thrown in for good measure. (I know, again I’m lucky it could have lasted longer). Nevertheless, twenty-four hour puking and constipation causing medication were not a winner.
- When your first born sleeps through from seven weeks you think you’ve cracked it – easy this! Then they stop sleeping through just as you start to get huge, at this point getting out of bed twenty times a night is a little trying without the help of a crane!
- The pitiful looks you get when people assume you ‘haven’t lost your baby weight’. I have two things to say to these people 1) Who gives a shit about baby weight! I have just carried a child for 9 months, I don’t give two craps whether I’m podgier around the middle (and everywhere else for that matter). You may shout cliché, but my daughter is worth every pound and every mark, whether they disappear eventually or not! Oh and 2) bugger off and mind your own business.
- When the GP gives you a lecture for being ‘silly and careless’ they can bugger of and mind their own business too.
- The term ‘Irish Twins’. I had honestly never heard of this. Not sure its a turn of phrase I like either.
Largely though, despite the odd niggle (lots of them, too many to write down), this first year of being a Mummy has been the best of my life. The bit in hospital where you stare at them in awe, when you bring them home and think ‘oh shit, now what?’. The first smiles, the little giggles and the full on belly laughs! The first time they reach their arms out for you to pick them up, when they nestle into your neck when they are tired. Not forgetting the times when you lose your shit, sit on the bottom stair and cry because you’ve run out of ideas and your pregnant so you can’t drink wine!