Looking back, my biggest #pregnancyfail — other than the time I stupidly microwaved hardboiled eggs and they exploded all over the kitchen — was that I didn’t think enough about how my life was going to change.
It’s not that I didn’t think about the baby I was carrying. That’s ALL I thought about, as I washed and folded little onesies and obsessively decorated every corner of the nursery. But the majority of my thoughts were about what every pregnant woman can’t stop thinking about: how the baby’s going to arrive.
I read a pile of pregnancy books and scoured the internet for stories and tips. I Googled “how do you know you’re in labour” and “early labour signs” and read as many other bloggers’ birth stories as I could find. When you’re pregnant, you’re so focused on the big day that it’s hard to think beyond that.
It wasn’t until just before our son arrived that I realized I hadn’t read much about actually taking care of a baby or breastfeeding or what to expect postpartum, or … anything, really. Whoops. By that point, I was too uncomfortable and cranky to cram for the “test” that was coming my way.
After our son arrived, all of my labour and delivery knowledge was immediate. I really wished I’d expanded my studying …