Progress today!
I’ve been “real” with two neighbors. Ah yes, being “real” is getting easier and easier, but I have to wonder… When does being “real” turn into having word vomit?
Hmm…
It’s like when you run into a co-worker while getting coffee in the break room and said co-worker asks how you are doing. In my situation, I’m afraid that being “real” will translate into a lot more than the usual “great, how are you doing?” statement that one is supposed to make.
Now, I’ve never actually had this word vomit problem before, but I wasn’t always being honest with myself and my feelings, I suppose, especially when it came to being pregnant and having a child. I know I’m supposed to be testing people/friends out prior to giving them all of the details, but I fear that I’ll divulge too much information initially, which will result in said friend wanting to back-off from my issues, right?
Being real isn’t really that difficult; I realize that I’m putting way too much thought into all of this. Perhaps it’s the chardonnay that is coating my throat right now. Absolutely lovely, by the way.
About the progress that I’ve made… shall we talk about that now? I’m pretty damn proud of myself (and boy does that feel great!).
So I have that one friend in the next neighborhood over who has a 11-month old. We went for a three mile walk the other day and plan on doing it every morning. We’ve taken a slight hiatus due to her being out of town this past week.
Next, there’s my neighbor with a 3-week old. She’s the one that asked how I did it because I seem to have it together (right). She came over today & we put our boys on the couch to take a picture. Oh. My. Gosh. Little Monkey is not so little compared to her son. While holding him it was hard to imagine Monkey being that little. Isn’t that funny?
Just for the record, I do not miss that 3-week old stage AT ALL. Just seeing the frustration in her eyes about lack of sleep, breastfeeding issues, and dealing with her baby crying was enough to make me appreciate the 2-month old stage. So much better!
Finally, there’s another neighbor who has a 6-month old son. We are getting together with some other neighborhood ladies for a play date on Wednesday.
So see, it’s really coming all together. I’m pretty excited and thrilled with the way that everything is working out. I’m finally loving being a mom, I’m being “real” with people & making friends with other mommies, & most of all, I’m falling more in love with my son every time that I’m with him. He really is a perfect little angel!
I guess I’m not going to worry about my being real turning into word vomit. People will have to just accept me for who I am & hopefully some great new friends will result from being real!
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- Past memory of postpartum depression, breastfeeding Monkey, & my dog
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- Follow-up to previous post about postpartum depression
Your "real" is so great to hear. You don't hide the scary stuff, but also let us all share in the beautiful moments. Don't hesitate to spill your guts!
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