I hated being pregnant, had HG and suffered with crippling pre-natal anxiety and depression...so once DS was in the world I felt AMAZING
. I had an ELCS and that was fab too. Just got to lie in bed cuddling my baby while people brought me stuff. Good times. I thought the teeny newborn phase was tedious AF, and found breastfeeding pretty grim, but other than that I really enjoyed it. I went back to work after 5 months though, so didn't have time to lose my sense of self or anything. If anything having DS gave me a much stronger sense of self than I had before.
HOWEVER, I was really lucky that DS, despite being a nightmare to gestate, was the easiest baby. Loved his sleep at night and was going long stretches from a few weeks old, so I was never totally knackered. He was a summer baby and used to prefer to nap on the move, so I'd stick him in the pram or the sling and go on lovely long strolls around the city, have coffees with friends, go to museums etc. He was my little adventure buddy and we had so much fun. I never did baby class or anything - just took him everywhere with me because he was so chilled out.
Even when Covid hit when he was 9 months old, he was a delight, and by that point I'd made some mum friends, so we used to Zoom and then when it got warm, go to the park together every morning and have coffee and croissants.