We're expecting out first at the beginning of October. I will be honest, i've had a bit of a point to prove from the start as my best friend helpfully informed me I would become boring and no longer myself as soon as I got pregnant.
Overall i've been lucky and felt pretty good with pregnancy so far (minus horrid sickness and my current carpal tunnel) and as such have more or less carried on as normal with nights out, parties, life etc. I've cheerful smiled through the more or less constant lectures from some friends that I should take it easy, should not do x, that I won't be able to keep it up etc.
But now the doubts are starting to creep in about after the birth. Obviously its going to be a huge huge change when baby arrives. Obviously i'll be tired, emotional and possibly (probably) physically sore. But why does everyone feel the need to laugh / sneer at the suggestion that given a few weeks I won't be feeling like the world is ending? At the beginning of November there's a party I throw every year, I have no intention of cancelling - its my dh's birthday party, its at home, my folks and friends will be on hand to help and I'm planning on starting in the afternoon anyway. But everyone seems to think I am insane?
Am I?