It’s weird as I don’t regret DD. Not one little bit. I’d never want a world where I didn’t have her.
But everything was so much easier. Just left the house without having to think about change of clothes and nappies and if it is going to interfere with a nap.
Sleep. Oh Jesus I am actually nearly in tears remembering what it was like to go to bed and sleep and get up … and I used to think I got tired!
The books I’d read and the way I could just watch telly!
I feel pretty shit admitting this, and shallow. If someone said to me now would you still have a baby I’d say yes, in a second. I really don’t regret her and my life is so much happier … it’s just so much more complicated too!