When I was pregnant with dd (my first and only child so far), I felt really special and- though this phrase makes me a gip a little, it is appropriate- like a princess. Sickness and waddling aside, it was, looking back, a wonderfully indulgent and pampered time. My partner and family bent over backwards to make sure my needs were attended to. I did my nails, shaved my legs, had relaxing baths, and looked better than I did before, sort of glowy and blossoming, I suppose. Me and dp went out for as many meals as we could afford, and had a romantic time. I spent so much time engrossed in the fine details of the pregnancy- what I could and couldn't eat/drink, going to pregnancy yoga etc etc. And everyone around me seemed totally fascinated by it too, as I was the first of my friends and siblings to reproduce. I was, well, spoiled. It was great!
Now a friend of mine is pregnant for the first time and it's brought it all back. It's made me feel a bit sad and a bit envious, if I'm honest, because I don't believe I'll ever recapture those smug days. Life is wonderful now, I wouldn't change it for anything. I feel special when my daughter hugs me, my partner still loves and respects me- but inevitably we don't have much time for gazing into each other's eyes, and we do end up talking about dd more than anything else. There's certainly no time for pampering and relaxing (or if there is, I'm watching the clock before getting back to the front line of parenting); my basic mode is sort of bedraggled and harried. There's no reason for anyone to find me fascinating! In fact I feel fairly invisible as I hurry along with the buggy, late for playgroup. And I wonder if I'll ever feel (gip) like a princess again. Even if/when I'm pregnant again, everyone including me will take it much more in their stride and I'll just get on with it, dp and I will quite rightly be focused on keeping the family machine turning over instead of swanning around seeking out delicious non-alcoholic beverages for me, and booking mum-to-be treatments. I won't look glowy and blossoming, I'll look knackered and slightly flabby like I do now, and will be wearing maternity clothes recycled from 2009. Then I'll be mired in family life for the next X years, and then (this is possibly a terrible thing to think) I reckon I'll just feel a bit old and past it.
I'm not complaining, honest, and I'm not upset about it. But I do feel wistful for that first-pregnancy feeling.
AIBU? Do we just give up that side of ourselves when we become mums? Or am I just in the trenches of having a one-year-old and might one day feel like a fascinating, attractive woman?!