Flashback.
I remember what I hated about being pregnant. Unable to
eat properly. Hunger. Thirst. Unable to find a satisfactory beverage. Peeing.
Constipation. No sushi. No rare beef. No sashimi. No hummus. No cold-cut
sandwiches. No fresh salad from cafe. No cold chicken drum to gnaw on. No
Caesar salad. No runny poached eggs. Chorfing pills. Needles. Scans.
I remember what I hated about being a new mum. Sleep
deprivation. Resentment with my sleeping husband. Feeling sorry for myself as I
stood over the sink, leaking milk for an hour. Unable to eat properly, as my
baby wants my attention just when I want to eat. Unable to meet my high
expectations of going for a walk with my baby.
Counterpoint.
I remember what I liked about being pregnant. Eating
delicious food, like chicken don. Eating adult servings of food, like a
full-sized Burger Fuel Bio Fuel burger. Eating crisps for lunch supplement, and
not feeling the guilt. I like the feeling of a baby in me, kicking against my
hand.
I remember what I liked about being a new mum. Watching
my baby asleep, the expressions chasing across an innocent face. Holding my
newborn close. Mostly, I love the joy my child has given me as he grows and
shows the wonders of his world to me.
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