Oof. Yesterday’s post hit hard. The sentimental, nostalgic Pisces Sun that I am is not very good with closing chapters.
As dreamy and affirming this pregnancy has been for me, I am not foolish to assume that postpartum will be the same. I know it’s hard, and it’s often said the first year after having a baby is toughest on a couple. My body and hormones are about to go through a whole other revolution, while having a little life completely dependent on our 24-hour care. PPD and PPA are very real possibilities no pregnant person can be fully immune to.
On top of it all, I don’t know what I don’t know.
But I can look to enter postpartum with positivity and intention. In these dark and mysterious moments, it’s helpful to find things to look forward to.
So while I’ll miss my pregnancy, I do look forward to finding my way back to my yoga mat (without worrying about my stomach coning in down dog!).
I look forward to summertime walks with the babe and Nala.
I look forward to uncovering the inevitable new rhythms of our household.
I look forward to sleeping on my stomach again and not having to haul myself upright just to turn over in bed.
I look forward to settling into my postpartum body and getting to know her.
I look forward to witnessing my capacity and resilience as a mother, wife, and business owner grow.
I look forward to a rum and Coke.
I look forward to not having to stuff myself with Tums in the middle of the night.
I look forward to my baby telling me when to take breaks from the rest of life’s responsibilities (in the form of diaper changes and cluster feeding and tummy time, I’m sure).
I look forward to uncovering all the ways Adam and I will pull strength from each other during this time.
I look forward, with great curiosity, to the delirious ideas that will spawn from middle-of-the-night rounds.
I look forward to finding my voice and how I will advocate for what I need in this new family dynamic.
I look forward to seeing how this baby will change me and the rest of us.