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I feel like people use blogs, especially mum blogs, to moan. As a new first time mum I have a lot to moan about and intend to do so going forward, but this is my first post and I want everyone to know just how grateful and thankful I am.
I hated being pregnant. HATED it. Following years of being the slimmest of my friends and my office came a new world of being told ’you look healthy’ (which is not fine) and ’ohh you’re getting big’ (definitely not fine). Along with my growing bump seemed to come a sign that said ’approach me and let’s talk
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about how different I look’ and I cried about this. A lot.
9 months is a very long time when your waiting for something.
And then, almost suddenly, the time came, this was it. And after what can only be described as a traumatic experience – she was here. This perfect little alien looking baby that I felt like I already knew.
8 months down the line and I am the happiest I have ever been (tiredest, but happiest). Everything suddenly makes sense and everything that was once important could not matter any less. Im learning to love my new mum bod,
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love handles and all. Being told I look healthy is now a compliment, anything other then ’you look tired’ is.
What isn’t to love about a body that can create another life? We are amazing, all of us, love handles an all.
Sure, I hated being pregnant but I’d do it a million times over for this little girl. And I’m sure most mums would agree.
Moany blogs to follow …
KH
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Kimberley Hughes - 26 Feb 16
I feel like people use blogs, especially mum blogs, to moan. As a new first time mum I have a lot to moan about and intend to do so going forward, but this is my first post and I want everyone to know just how grateful and thankful I am.
I hated being pregnant. HATED it. Following years of being the slimmest of my friends and my office came a new world of being told ‘you look healthy’ (which is not fine) and ‘ohh you’re getting big’ (definitely not fine). Along with my growing bump seemed to come a sign that said ‘approach me and let’s talk about how different I look’ and I cried about this. A lot.
9 months is a very long time when your waiting for something.
And then, almost suddenly, the time came, this was it. And after what can only be described as a traumatic experience – she was here. This perfect little alien looking baby that I felt like I already knew.
8 months down the line and I am the happiest I have ever been (tiredest, but happiest). Everything suddenly makes sense and everything that was once important could not matter any less. Im learning to love my new mum bod, love handles and all. Being told I look healthy is now a compliment, anything other then ‘you look tired’ is.
What isn’t to love about a body that can create another life? We are amazing, all of us, love handles an all.
Sure, I hated being pregnant but I’d do it a million times over for this little girl. And I’m sure most mums would agree.
Moany blogs to follow …
KH
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