On Friday night at 8PM, I put Maddy down and shuffled into the kitchen. Although bedtime hadn’t been particularly tough, with each passing day my belly grows just slightly, making it harder and harder to put her into her crib. That one, seemingly simple task is my daily reminder of how much is about to change and how soon. And it’s not that I’m scared or even all that anxious, there’s just a massive list of things to get done in a very small amount of time, and watching The Bachelor while snuggling in my bed always sounds better than doing stuff after a long workday. So, on this particular night I decided to buckle down, make a list, and stress eat 15 cookies.
Pen and highlighter in hand, I sat down at the kitchen table and decided to scroll through Facebook, because making lists is boring and #Friday. As I scrolled, a photo of two old friends caught my eye. There they were, miles away at a trendy bar in New York City, all dressed up and laughing hard. I stared at the screen, analyzing their smiles, studying their body language, remembering what it was like to sit between them. After all, they weren’t just two people I was friends with in passing. These were people I once knew as intimately as I knew myself.
When I was pregnant with Maddy, maternity leave was this magical pot of gold at the end of the rainbow of pregnancy. No matter how stressful work was or how many meetings I had to sit through while Maddy tried to kick her way out of my body, I knew that I was working toward guaranteed paid time off to bond with my daughter. That knowledge alone was enough to get me through some really rough patches. I knew that if I just put my head down and powered through, I’d get to a place where someone else would be handling all my work and I could just focus on learning to be a mom for months on end.
This time, though, things are different. So different, in fact, that I went through a period of time when I thought my laptop would have to be on my hospital packing list. When you own a company, work freelance, or do some combination of the two, it becomes a real challenge to figure out how you’ll schedule birth and bonding in between all the client calls, meetings, and to-do items. That cozy feeling that everything will be just fine while you’re gone is replaced by a feeling of fear that everything you’ve worked so hard to build will crumble.
Let’s be real, that’s no way to welcome a child into the world.
By Laura Watkins
Welcome to the second half of January where all your pie-in-the-sky resolutions have already plummeted into a highly caloric – albeit scrumptious – assorted box of 100-layer donuts. Or, perhaps you’re one of those people who has managed to find success and are just catching your stride. Good for you.
To all the rest of us, I have great news: There’s nothing magical about January 1st. You can begin living a more healthy, more active lifestyle today. The most important thing is that you begin, and when you mess up, you wipe the dust off your face and try again.
As everyone in the English-speaking world knows at this point, I’m pregnant. But not like, “Oh look how cute she is!” pregnant. Like, “WHOA, HERE SHE COMES!” pregnant. The kind where I can see people looking at me and recoiling just slightly, making a face that clearly says, “Ouch.” And “ouch” pretty much sums it up. In the last few weeks, I feel like this baby has completely taken over every inch of my body. I swear, he’s got posters on the walls of the womb, he’s installed plush carpet, and he has a disco party every night starting at about 9:30, during which he does this super awesome move where he repeatedly kicks my bladder until dawn. Meanwhile, here I am, tired and puffy, firmly planted in the Over It zone where I’ll remain for the next five weeks.
So, it is from the Over It zone where I do all the things. I work, maintain my household, take care of my family (needy dog included), and parent my young daughter, Maddy. As the mom of a girl it has been a big priority of mine to create a positive space where she can grow to love and respect her body for all the amazing things that it does. But in the last few weeks as I have started to feel more and more like Mrs. Doubtfire, it’s become increasingly hard to be that positive force in her life. I’ve found myself parenting from a space of constant change. A space where one day my wedding ring fits, and the next it doesn’t. One where I can’t wear the clothes that make me feel good, I look in the mirror and see someone who I don’t entirely recognize, and I’m anticipating this big change that I know will be amazing. . .but. . . you know. . .what if he grows up to be a serial killer? Or worse. What if he hates The Walking Dead!?!?!?!
While I try as often as possible to keep these posts generally helpful to as wide an audience as possible, sometimes I’m compelled to share from real life mom lessons I’m learning. And these days, it’s real, pregnant, working mom life lessons. Aside from myself, I can think of 6 dear friends who are in my same boat. Pregnant, working moms who in most cases are already chasing around at least one little one.
Let me start by saying, y’all this is hard. This season is exhausting and challenging in ways I never could have imagined. Having survived the first trimester of this 2nd pregnancy season, I find myself reflecting on what I’ve learned from this time. I’m making an effort to take note, both for myself, but also for others to learn from my mistakes and my experiences. Here are some takeaways.
The start of a new year is the perfect time to look back and analyze your brand presence on social media. It’s always a wise move to take the time to figure out what has worked well for you over the past several months…which posts created the most engagement or best resonated with your audience or on the flipside what fell flat among your followers. It’s also a great time to look into incorporating something new into your feed to keep it relevant.