...anything without feeling guilty, or if by some miracle you do manage to, some fucker will come along with an “oooh where’s little Freddie today then?” or “you’re so lucky to be able to leave your little ones with other people, my darling Rupert doesn’t leave my side!” so it doesn’t last.
Things I can no longer do: afford to buy luxury handbags, afford to go on weekends away, go on relaxing holidays, meet up for impromptu coffee dates with friends, wear white, jump on a trampoline, wear anything that clings, wear anything that doesn’t cover my mum tum, wear a bikini, swear in the daytime, drink in the day time, binge watch Netflix during the day, stay awake past 9pm except for the million wake ups, sleep in past 6.30, have morning sex, have loud sex, find the willpower to avoid carbs, keep my career at the level it was. Basically most of the fun stuff I used to enjoy.
Saying that, I do get to do loads of stuff I wouldn’t have tried unless I had children, so that’s a positive! Plus, I get way more hugs now which might sound like gushy shit but they really help my mental health.
I was never having children but now I’m upset because DH doesn’t want a third and I don’t have much time left to change his mind.