Interesting thread, which I’m reading with interest and fear!
I became a mum just three weeks shy of my 42nd birthday. I loved it all, it transformed me, lots of nurturing instincts I’d never had before, and a joy I’d never dreamt of. 30s hormones for me seemed to be mainly libido and really awful PMT.
At 43 I was widowed, and that changed everything. I think the shock or bereavement either brought on, or coincided with, the perimenopause. And everything has been further fogged up by the pandemic: hard to be a motherhood-and-apple-pie nurturing mum when you are widowed and in lockdown.
That said, my emotion keep changing. I’ve always been an introvert, but I NEED more alone time. I still love kissing and cuddling my son, but I get bored playing with him, and he reproaches me for not listening to him properly. My periods are now very irregular, my hair is thinning, I’ve put on weight ( I blame lockdown for this, though I’m beginning to suspect a broken thyroid.)
At the same time, I’ve also had a strong but impossible longing for another child. 💜 But I’m beginning to feel like I’m in another stage of life to the other, younger mums. Like I’m finally reaching the I-don’t -give-a-fuck phase, while they are all still anxious about presentation, and social positioning within mum-world. (That may not be age behind it, maybe it’s bereavement. I’ve been shattered. I don’t care about wearing any yummy mummy uniform.)
But yes, if menopause comes and further de-mummifies me, god help us both. My saving grace is that I’m determined to be a good mum, and thankfully I like my DS, as well as love him. I owe so much to my late partner too, who was such a terrific, loving, hands-on father.