I never really thought I would be a mother. Three years ago I was terrified of the very concept. It's amazing how much can change so quickly. I'm 6 months along now, and enjoying most of it.. All the new experiences, the thoughts of the future.
A few things to women (and trans m-to-f's), I will point out about pregnancy before I get into what I can't wait to do with my child.
-Being kicked straight down is one of the most uncomfortable and shocking feelings I've experienced to date. It's like an odd sharp little twinge in a place you didn't know you had. The same thing happens when you get kicked in the ovary.
-Being kicked in the bladder when you already have to pee will most likely make your eyes cross. It's another uncomfortable, awkward feeling.
-One of the weirdest, most intense feelings ever though is when at around 6 months the baby decides to roll over in the womb after having been kicking you. You think they're just kicking again til something much larger hits your stomach.
-The baby kicking you is one of the most amazing experiences in the world. I can't begin to describe it.
I can't wait. I look forward to being a mother. To me, and in reality, raising a child is more than just growing a kid up. You are truly raising and forming a new human being. What you teach them when they are growing, from infant on up, the first six years are the most important. Whatever you teach them will affect them for life. They won't even necessarily know it.
I look forward to the experience, to the journey of teaching another living being all about this beautiful world we inhabit. I look forward to teaching him about nature, and how things are connected. How what you do affects your surroundings.
I look forward to teaching him how to cook eventually, I look forward to coming up with fun activities to do, fun games, coming up with things for Halloween, helping him come up with costumes. I look forward to yelling at his teachers when they make him feel bad for being different. I look forward to seeing how he develops, who he becomes.
I don't look forward to the screaming and crying at night, but I look forward to holding him, calming him down. I look forward to seeing his face for the first time, feeling him grab onto my finger. I look forward to watching him grow. I can't wait to be a mother.
A few things to women (and trans m-to-f's), I will point out about pregnancy before I get into what I can't wait to do with my child.
-Being kicked straight down is one of the most uncomfortable and shocking feelings I've experienced to date. It's like an odd sharp little twinge in a place you didn't know you had. The same thing happens when you get kicked in the ovary.
-Being kicked in the bladder when you already have to pee will most likely make your eyes cross. It's another uncomfortable, awkward feeling.
-One of the weirdest, most intense feelings ever though is when at around 6 months the baby decides to roll over in the womb after having been kicking you. You think they're just kicking again til something much larger hits your stomach.
-The baby kicking you is one of the most amazing experiences in the world. I can't begin to describe it.
I can't wait. I look forward to being a mother. To me, and in reality, raising a child is more than just growing a kid up. You are truly raising and forming a new human being. What you teach them when they are growing, from infant on up, the first six years are the most important. Whatever you teach them will affect them for life. They won't even necessarily know it.
I look forward to the experience, to the journey of teaching another living being all about this beautiful world we inhabit. I look forward to teaching him about nature, and how things are connected. How what you do affects your surroundings.
I look forward to teaching him how to cook eventually, I look forward to coming up with fun activities to do, fun games, coming up with things for Halloween, helping him come up with costumes. I look forward to yelling at his teachers when they make him feel bad for being different. I look forward to seeing how he develops, who he becomes.
I don't look forward to the screaming and crying at night, but I look forward to holding him, calming him down. I look forward to seeing his face for the first time, feeling him grab onto my finger. I look forward to watching him grow. I can't wait to be a mother.
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