I would like to echo what HopeForTheBest said about it all changing at the point of pregnancy.
I too am the product of a very feminist upbringing - I was raised by a single mother and my sister and I were wholly encouraged to do everything for ourselves.
We were wholly independant creatures - in our house it was my mum who did all of the painting, fixing, cooking, cleaning, mending, making, building;everything. I can't recall a time where we would need a 'man' to sort anything out for us.
We followed the example she set for us and as a result I was working from the age of 13, earning my own keep, buying my own school clothes, paying for any nights out, etc.
We worked hard, respected our mother, got good grades, went to uni, started our lives. I had my own flat at 17. I was full of confidence. I've been to drama school, I've got a good degree, I worked behind bars, I worked in clubs, I workedwith sn children. I loved my very independant and focused life.
I met dh, we had ds1.
I had a terrible pg. High bp, pre-eclampsia, then a horrible emergency section at the 11th hour. A bit of a shock to the system for a young lady who had not been reliant on anyone before for anything.
I probably am a victim of my own circumstance apart from anything else, but yes, one thing I noticed, more than anything else, is how much in the way of things my own biology got.
DH got his new graduate job just after I had ds1, so of course he started on the career ladder, as I was still recovering from birth and trying to be a new mum.
I didn't realise until I got pg that most of my friends were male. The female friends I had had moved to different cities for uni etc. Once my pg singled me out as female, weaker, less able to compete etc...that was it. I was all of those things. My pg rendered me physically unable to keep up. Then there was the birth, which seriously freaked out my male friends! Then all of the emotional stuff which I didn't know how to deal with, let alone anyone else - the PND, the lonliness, the realisation that I was a SAHM.
Coming to terms with being a SAHM is maybe something I'll never do.
I have never faced a bigger conundrum in my whole life.
I do feel like I have literally killed a part of myself in order to raise my children.
Part of me has died. And whether it's confidence, or something that has had to happen in order to make me a stronger woman - I'm still working it out. I am happier with it than I have been in a long time. But in myself, I am different. I am more mature, my radar is on for bullshit and fairweather friends and I am more measured in the way I deal with things.
I am however,less sure of myself, a lot lonlier and a lot more sensitive than I've ever been.
I am reliant, for the first time in my life on a man for income, the rook over my head, holidays, breaks, clothes, shoes, everything material and immaterial that I need.
What a punch in the face that has been!
I have such a strong work ethic and have so many skills and talents and I am crushed at home. Utterly crushed.
I love my children, with all of my heart and soul, I do. I love them, I love the bones of them, but I struggle with the very stigma of SAHM.
I shouldn't care what anyone else thinks, but I do. It commands very little respect and it has the ability to render me invisible. People just assume that's all I am and all I'm capable of
and that's ridiculously demeaning.
I can't use childcare as we can't afford it. I would literally be working to pay someone to look after my kids. No deal.
There you go. Love my kids to death, hate being stuck at home with them, it's all my womb's fault! If he'd have had a womb, by golly we would at least have had a shot about. He's fair like that.
Biology [shakes fist at it]