What?! It's June? How did that happen? I'm still several months behind and am slowly, slowing working on getting back into the swing of things.
Part of getting back to normal is get back into blogging. And Karen, at A Peek at Karen's World, has offered me a great way to do this with little effort - Flashback Friday, re-posting over the summer some of our favorite posts.
Going through this whole pregnancy thing again has made me realize a lot of things, currently a lot of miserable things. But I know that there are wonderful things too. Which made me think of this post, first published February 2, 2009.
Every parent has thought it.
"Why didn't anyone tell me?!!"
It can be about anything.
me, it pretty much started a week after I found out I was pregnant with
my first. I had seen my mom be horrifically sick throughout her
pregnancies. But I went into my first with enough naivety and optimism
that it never crossed my mind that I too could be sick enough to not
want people to talk about food around me.
On a nearly minutely basis I would wail, "Oh, why didn't anyone tell me how bad it would be?"
I said the same thing about the weight gain, the stretch marks, the ankle swelling, and the inability to sleep.
My mom would only say one thing. "Well, if I told you, would you have ever wanted to have kids?"
is pretty much the same way. The crying, the (not)sleeping, the
teething, potty-training, terrible twos, sibling rivalry.
who've been through it just smile sympathetically at you as you stand
over your child, who is face down and bawling on the floor of the cereal
And we think, "Why didn't anyone tell me?"
thinking back, everyone did. Okay, no one took me aside, sat me down,
and said "Look, this is how it is." (Maybe someone did that for you.)
But there were the "Oh, just wait until's." The "Enjoy it while it
lasts's." Any many other subtle hints about the difficulties ahead.
On the same note, no one ever tells you about the wonderful moments either.
first time you feel your baby kick against the inside of your stomach.
The bliss of reaching out your arms to hold your world just after he is
born. The first smile, the first word, the silly games that he only
plays with me. The happy twinge when they say "I love you and you are
the best mom ever." The silly words and phrases. The signs of
intelligence that make us sure that our child is a prodigy (admit it, we
have all had that moment.)
And I think that we don't want anyone to tell us. Good or bad.
learned the ups and downs for ourselves makes us feel more proud of
both surviving and enjoying. That we are navigating the oceans of
parenthood by ourselves. We don't want to think of the difficulties as
just run-of-the-mill. We don't want to think of the cute phrases and
amazing landmarks as "typical" or "expected." We take pride in our work
And we want to take all the credit for the outcome.