The Truth About Motherhood...

The truth about motherhood, pregnancy, and love,

Is that it’s not always beautiful.

It is a miracle, yes, but sometimes it’s difficult to look at.

Sometimes it’s ugly - in it’s purest form - it’s an utter mess.

You wake up and start your day with vomiting, back aches, headaches and anger.

You wait for normalcy with a cup of decaf coffee in hand. You wait for weeks.

Your stomach grows and stretches. And so does the rest of your body.

Your mind feels mushy.

The tears never stop.

The anger comes in waves.

And you wonder if this is it - is this who I will be for the rest of my life?

A monster on the couch.

Surrounded by half eaten crackers and soda cans.

It’s difficult to look at.

The baby is born and a sense of relief hits you. Normal life is on the horizon.

But then you don’t sleep.

You are needed at all hours of the night.

Then you become a different monster.

A tired monster. That needs a shower.

The anger and sadness return.

But this time it’s a little bigger.

And it hits you a little harder.

The half eaten crackers and soda cans become dirty diapers and a breast pump.

You wonder if this is it - is this who I will be for the rest of my life?

Will normalcy ever find me again?

It’s difficult to look at.

But I guess it is beautiful in its own way. When you think about who you’re doing this for and why you’re becoming a monster - it’s a beautiful act of unconditional love.

And normalcy, eventually, does find you again.