I never in a million years thought that motherhood would change me.
I remember what “me” time was before I had Alex. It was almost every moment of every day. It seems so distant now, those idle pastures of yore when I made decisions on a whim.
As a new pregnant mum, I couldn’t have been more clueless about babies and breastfeeding.Beyond reading the minimum monthly chapter in Heidi Murkoff’s What to Expect When You’re Expecting, I did little else to prepare myself for motherhood.
My son turned two months old yesterday, yet nothing was posted online about it. Not a single photo, video or comment was seen or heard. Friends and family ask why there aren’t more pictures of my little one on Facebook, and I’ve always given the same answer: “I’m respecting his privacy.”
Every girl has thought of her dream wedding probably since the age of eight – what her dress would look like, where the wedding reception will be held, the colour theme, etc. Strangely enough, I never imagined my perfect wedding; instead I have always envisioned my dream birth.