There are no words…(but that’s never stopped me from trying)
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Nothing like starting the day off on the right foot — don’t you just love encouraging commenters?
I was going to let this go — to take the high road. To, you know, be a bigger person. But questioning my love and excitement for my child? Oh no you didn’t.
For those of you who read the blog regularly, I know I don’t have to defend myself. You know by now I have an awkward, self-deprecating and “interesting” sense of humor. And you also know how excited I was to find out the Mister and I were going to be a MOMMY AND DADDY! And how much I LOVE him and our life together. I couldn’t wait for the next chapter.
So when I get a comment attacking me and my role as a new mother, it made me want to cry a little.
Sure, I make jokes on the blog, but I’ve been honest with all of you. Pregnancy has been hard for me! And in choosing to put my life out on the internet, I’ve made light of the situation while still keeping it “real” for all of you. It hasn’t been like the movies or sweet greeting cards. And as I’ve explained, not much of me has felt beautiful.
But let me make one thing clear — I cannot wait to hold my son in my arms. And I’d go to hell and back if that’s what it took to have my baby at the end of all of this.
So to those I have offended, I am sorry that I’m not pretending that this is a cake-walk. I’m sorry that I’m not living up to your cliche fantasy of the “glowing pregnant woman.” Instead, I’m surrounding myself with the people I love, making the best of it and keeping my eyes on the prize — my son.
So don’t knock me down for not loving the “process.” For not rejoicing with gratitude over my bloody snot, acidic heartburn or nausea. But do know that I am grateful. That I am so proud to be the first “home” for my son and that for the rest of my life I’d go on living uncomfortably just to see him smile.
In the meantime, I’d like to let you know that you accomplished what you wanted — you *almost* ruined my morning and yes, tears were shed.
But you haven’t won.
Sure, you made me feel like crap, but you can’t take away my joy and anticipation. You can’t take away all the moments the Mister and I have spent day dreaming about who our son will look like, and if he’ll have his daddy’s amazing blue eyes or infectious laugh. And while my ribs have been socked around a bit, you can’t take away my visions of him running on the soccer field, kicking the winning goal. And you certainly can’t take away how thrilled I am that in just two months, the Mister and I will meet the man of our dreams — the little boy we made from scratch.
So take your negative attitude somewhere else, please – I don’t want bullies anywhere near my son.
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