My life looks JUST LIKE THIS! AT ALL TIMES! Did you post the 'mom shoes' caption? Because THAT, my friend, is hilarious. :)
Oh man...it's blogs like that one that make me want to scream. Love the caption. But eh, no...parenthood rarely looks like that so why are they lying to you? And I really want to see her walk through the sand in those bad boys. Not just pose with her big dumb grin. Ugh. I have to look away now.
Wait, my blog doesn't make you think that, too? ; )This picture seems to say that motherhood will actually make me skinnier and MORE stylish than I was before. I guess I am not there yet. Better go have some more babies!I kid, and yes, Ann's right that this pic is fairly unrepresentative (and impractical in the shoe department). However, I guess in truth I do hope to end up more fit and more stylish in my 40's than I was in my 20's, and I don't think that's over-reaching (given my starting point!). Who knows if motherhood is in the cards for you or not, but it shouldn't be a fear. You would not lose yourself in it, I can tell that already. Motherhood shifts priorities, and then they shift again, and then they'll probably shift again in ways that I have yet to see unfold in my own life. It's funny how things you might fear end up being things you later don't care about. On the other hand, sometimes the fear is of becoming someone who doesn't care. This is becoming quite circular and I think I am rambling now so I will stop.
Okay, and now I just decided to peruse that blog and mostly I am jealous of all the beautiful photography. How is like, everyone except my husband a professional grade photographer these days? Why is it that I pay boucoup (sp? whatevs?) bucks to get like one annual decent photo of myself with the kids, which is usually totally overposed anyway, and these people have like, daily beautiful Kodak moments perfectly captured in their perfect outfits? Geez, and now I really want red shoes, too! (Not the wedges. The saltwater sandals.)And how is she pulling off matching shoes to her toddler's? I would look ridiculous. She looks adorable.
Oh, AND they're Mormons!!???? Fuck off.
Kate, she is gorgeous and I love her style which is why I follow her blog. Kind of a girl crush but makes me roll my eyes at the same time. I've noticed lots of mom and kid saltwater sandals happening on blogs I follow. Yes, she seems to be able to pull off anything but you could too...I want some!And yes, I wrote "mom shoes" because I'm jealous of those who can comfortably wear heels.
Where did my other comment go? I promise it was oh so witty and thought provoking.
Something's up with comments getting published! Found it, Kate! Fear of being a mom isn't a fear of losing myself, but a fear of being crappy at it. And not sleeping-that scares the crap out of me. And money...kids need stuff. And what if I fail at being able to provide that stuff? Especially on no sleep. But the BIGGEST fear-fear of the pregnancy itself...and the delivery part. The delivery part seems SCARY.
You would ROCK at being a mom. No possible way you would be crappy at it. It's smart to think of money - I can't speak to whether you could afford to provide for children, but I'm guessing you'd find a way. Pregnancy I think is a reasonable fear because it goes on for 9-10 months, plus your body does not have a history of being kind to you. I was mostly lucky (symptom-free), but some people seem to be miserable throughout. Ultimately, though, it is a temporary condition, and you'd get through it just thinking about the baby at the end. And as for delivery? Also a reasonable fear, because no matter how much you read about it, or even people that take classes, you have no idea what's going to happen or what it's going to feel like until it does. Every birth is different. I feel like I've done all except the surgical route now. The way to get over the fear of delivery is to remember that it is "only" ONE DAY of your life, and that one way or another the baby will get out. Even under the best of circumstances it can feel like you got hit by a truck the next day, except you are left holding a brand new human being, which is a MAJOR difference. I don't know - it's freaky while it's going on, but all I can say is that any pain involved is just different from "regular" old pain, because it is, as they say, "pain with a purpose" -- your body ejecting the bambino. Somehow this makes it more tolerable than just disease/injury/accident/aging kinds of pain I think. Okay, rambling again. I think I may want motherhood for you more than you may want it for yourself, which is totally obnoxious I realize, seeing as how it's about the most personal decision possible!
Hi, me again! Did you miss me? I forgot to respond to your sleep fear. Um, yeah, I have no idea. We have been very lucky. (knocking wood)Not everyone is. There is nothing you can do but read the Weissbluth sleep book, try your best, and say your prayers. At the beginning you just sleep whenever you can and get in the habit of going to bed for the night as early as humanly possible. Eventually you get past that stage. What comes next is like chef's surprise: an awesome sleeper that regularly snoozes for 12 hours a night? or a jack in the box who is up several times before dawn? Sorry if I am not quelling your fears. If I tell you again that we were lucky three times over then someone else reading this comment may come to my house and punch me in the face. That, or Waylon will somehow get wind of this comment and decide to spontaneously revert to waking up in the night just to spite me.
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