I have this really healthy coping mechanism called PILE ON ALL THE THINGS when I’m on the brink of a life change. Rather than just slowing down and easing into whatever transition comes my way, I pretend I don’t see it in my peripheral, ramp up speed, and go-go-go until I’m seconds away from impact.
Or, like in this situation, days away from having a baby.
This pregnancy has flown by and been relatively enjoyable, but I haven’t done much preparing (and I’m not talking about the nursery, either.)
I’m talking about taking the time to mentally and emotionally prepare. This time, I have a better idea of what’s coming my way. While I am absolutely giddy with excitement to meet this baby and hold him and snuggle him and introduce him to Jack, I also fully understand the sleep deprivation and the physical recovery and the signs of postpartum depression, but I’ve kept telling myself “we have so much time until he gets here.”
But now the countdown isn’t in months, but two-ish short weeks.
To be honest, I had grand plans of this month being wildly productive, but sometimes your body (especially your pregnant body) and life circumstances force you to pump the breaks before you’re ready. At first, I was frustrated that I was crossing items off my to-do list at a snail’s pace, but then I was reminded that it’s normally a gift from the universe when you’re gently reminded to slow the hell down.
Rather than spending this past month doing a ton of work for Unfiltered Motherhood (still coming in February!), I’ve spent my days soaking up all my time with just Jack. Rather than working on the blog at night after the dinner/bath/bedtime hustle, I allow myself to relax. I eat dessert, watch TV, and go to bed.
That sounds so terribly lazy, but it’s exactly what’s needed before this transition from one to two babies (which looks different for every woman, I’m sure!)
Whether you’re a mother or not, I’m sure you hold yourself to insanely high standards; and when you feel like you’re not doing what you should be, it feels uncomfortable or “bad.” I get it, because I struggle with that, too. But I’m also here to remind you that if you feel like life is telling you that you need to pump the breaks, even if just for a moment, do it.
Crashing is so 2010. Take care of yourself when you need it, then get back to kicking ass and taking names.