Now that we’ve started to settle into our own routines and I no longer feel like all my actions are purely reactive, I’ve begun to contemplate my shift in identity—becoming a mum.
Even though I’ve considered myself a mother since I fell pregnant, it’s different now that you’re here. My universe is no longer me-centric; you’re smack bang in the middle. Another mum acquaintance said to me recently that she missed the days of being able to leave the house with only her keys and wallet. I get it. While I couldn’t be more ecstatic that you’re finally here, you and I are bound together, and that will take some getting used to.
My whole existence has been turned on its head, and I don’t think any amount of reading or studying can truly prepare you for that reality.