
I remember saying to him, “Once I get pregnant, I can basically expect the following 5 years (at least) to be very rough both physically and mentally.” I was thinking about the order of events…
First, I’d be in the “trying to conceive” stage (the confusion, the doubt, the spiraling). Then I’d be pregnant for almost a full year (the nausea, the exhaustion, the pain). Then I’d deliver the baby and be postpartum for up to another year (the healing, the hormones, the identity loss). Then I’d be responsible for a newborn baby (the anxiety, the sleepless nights, the unknown). Then I’d be breastfeeding for almost a year (the dedication, the scheduling, the depletion). And then, just as I was getting back to feeling like myself, I would likely get pregnant with my second and do it all over again. (I didn’t even include things like sleep training, baby-led weaning, baby proofing, potty training, and more.) 😵💫
I knew that getting pregnant for the first time was like pushing down that first domino, and since I wanted 2 kids, that I basically had a 5-year journey ahead of me before I’d be able to get “back” to myself.
Well guys…I made it. 😌
As we enter 2025 and I hit that 5-year mark, I’m finished with a lot of things. I’m finished trying to conceive. I’m finished being pregnant. I’m finished delivering babies. I’m finished breastfeeding. I’m finished with sleep training (are we ever really finished with that?😮💨). Yes, I’m still postpartum and dealing with everything that brings (hair loss and more), but I feel like 2025 is the start of a new chapter.
I know, I know. The saying goes: “bigger kids, bigger problems.” But give me a moment to celebrate this win. We made it through some of the thickest fog. Here’s to getting some of ME back in 2025. 🤞They’ve got all my love. ❤️
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