It was a very strange time for me.
Up until then my twenties had been exactly what I wanted them to be. My career was going very well, had a great social life, lots of fun, travel, excitement & adventure, had met a lovely man who was lots of fun and we’d been together a couple of years.
Then...I got pregnant and had a baby a month before my 28th birthday. It was like throwing a (beautiful, but extremely powerful) bomb in to my life. My priorities, my day to day life, my whole existence completely changed. I used to go out most nights partying and networking professionally, travel at the drop of a hat, lie in bed until noon at the weekend, drink and smoke and spend half my disposable income on taxis, takeaways and shoes. It was all glamour and graft. Motherhood was such a shock. I had ridiculously sentimental and rose tinted ideas about what it would entail. Looking back, I was very immature.
It probably took until some time in my 30s for me to ‘settle’ again from that shock, and I’m only really getting back to a sense of who I am and what I want from my life in my 40s. No regrets, though!