On saying and doing “the right thing”

me and deanI have only been publicly pregnant for a couple weeks now, but one thing has already become abundantly clear – everyone thinks that they know more than me. More than me about parenting, about being pregnant, and about all the things that I should or shouldn’t be doing.

Okay, not everyone. And some people really do know more than us and can offer some helpful advice and ideas. But mostly… wow. I get strange looks when buying my husband his tobacco, and even stranger looks when buying beer and wine for the house. I have people questioning if I’m allowed to eat this or that, or straight up telling me that I shouldn’t. I’ve been advised to adopt all kinds of radical diets, to read up on the dangers of vaccination, and that certain decisions that Dean and I have made simply aren’t right, especially keeping our cats who are apparently going to smother the baby.

"But mommy, I'm your baby!"
“But mommy, I’m your baby!”

The best advice I’ve gotten has been from a few moms: in the end, ignore everyone and just do things however feels right for me and Dean. So that’s what I’m doing.

Yes, I’ve been eating sushi and camembert. I also occasionally have a small splash of white wine in my sparkling water or a sip of Dean’s beer if it’s a nice Kilkenny. I plan to swear in front of my child and promote gender equality in all forms, even if it means fighting for his or her right to wear a school uniform normally reserved for a different gender. I also plan on teaching my kid about all things gaming and tech and want Dean to teach him or her the basics of coding from an early age. You can think I’m an idiot, I think plenty of people are, but this is what feels right and so that’s what I’m doing.

And sometimes, it feels like a horribly lonely experience. Dean isn’t known for saying anything right – it’s something we often joke about. He does things right and looks after me so well and makes me incredibly happy, but he simply doesn’t say the things I want to hear when I ask him for it. But the other night, he said exactly the right thing at the perfect time.

I was getting changed and feeling overwhelmed by a new discomfort in my stomach after eating. My boobs were sore, my stomach was uncomfortable and I was fighting a headache without the help of any pain meds. It was not a good moment for me. And after being tough all day and pushing through, I stood there in our bedroom, naked, and I started making those pre-crying whimpering sounds.

Dean came in and asked what was wrong and I told him. He held me close, giving me a huge hug and simply said, “I know this sucks right now, and it’s going to be shitty for a while. But you’re not alone, we’re doing this together.”

And suddenly I remembered that we had planned this together, that we are an unbeatable team and could get through anything. Of course I then had to fight him off from trying to manhandle my nipples (he takes his “training for breast feeding” job incredibly seriously), but I felt so much better just knowing that I won’t have to do any of this alone, no matter how it feels some days. I have an incredible husband to help me, as well as wonderful friends and family who really are full of the best intentions and some really great advice, even if it doesn’t always seem that way.




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  • Yip everyone knows better *sigh*
    I swear. When I was a single mom, we were having a bad morning. The 3 of us sat in the car and we all said f*ck a few times – loudly. We then got out and carried on our day.

    I can say that that bouncy chair was a hit with child 4 ๐Ÿ™‚

    • I’m just glad the bouncy chair is a hit with one of my kids, with fur or without!

      I think the swearing will definitely be a coping mechanism for me, too ๐Ÿ˜›

  • Awesome post! So real and true. Just smile and wave at the asshole advice, believe me once baby comes the advice-givers only get worse. All the best, I look forward to reading more posts from you.

  • Thanks so much!

    I remember all the people who had something to say about how my life would change once married. it seems the “advice machine” never stops! Glad to know to prepare myself once the baby is born – can only get worse. LOL

  • naxie naxie

    in the same way that you will be fiercely protective of your baby, you will also find ways to have your own shield up, to deflect idiotic things that people will say. i think the comments hurt in a particular when we one is pregnant, because bottom line, we don’t and can’t possibly know what the future holds so a part of us wonders if the idiots might know more than us! bottom line – no one knows and as you wrote, it’s up to you and your guy.

    also, it’s hard to remember while being pregnant that there’s a point to all of this – the prize at the end of months of discomfort, comments from jerks, hormonal stuff – that a baby will be coming along – and yep, then there will be remarks or shocked looks when/if you don’t put socks on your baby on a sweltering day or nurse the baby for a longer or shorter time than someone thinks is appropriate, etc.

    there’s only one expert here and that’s you – and your writing reflects the depth of thought you put into considering all angles of pregnancy, birth and life in general.

    really enjoying your blog and looking forward to the twists and turns that you will share here.

  • Thanks so much! Yeah, just need to keep reminding myself not to fall into the trap of doing things any way other than my way – has worked for me thus far in life, will carrying on working for me in motherhood. … I hope.

  • Heather

    Love your last paragraph. Good luck for the rest of your pregnancy and just do what feels right for you – ignore what doesn’t.

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