Today, we're being treated to a guest post by Lynn Alexander, a Clinical Hypnotherapist, and founder of Conscious Healthcare. Conscious Healthcare tackles issues like weight loss and quitting smoking by helping people "let go of the blocks that are holding them back from where they want to be." Check out their approach to optimal health here!
Lynn is also an expectant mommy who has written a beautiful guest post that perfectly captures that tender time right before Baby is coming - the excitement, doubt, and sweetness of the final days of maternity. Thank you for your post, Lynn, and be sure to send us a picture of your little one when the time comes!
My due date is a week on Friday! I am not only now in the home stretch, I am well and truly in the ‘it could happen any time’ stretch!
I’m finding that people are saying to me a lot at the moment, “Oh you must be really fed up” and “Bet you can’t wait for it all to be over”. Is it weird that I’m not? Instead, I’m feeling more like what I can only describe as nostalgia for my pregnancy.
It’s been a very special time in my eyes. Don’t get me wrong, there have been definite moments where I’ve felt desperate and frustrated – not playing my saxophone as it leaves me too breathless, not cycling any more in case I fall off, not playing tennis as it causes pain, bed becoming less of a sanctuary and more of a source of discomfort and frustration as I toss and turn through another night of aches and cramps….but on the whole, I actually am still viewing this pregnancy with affection.
Selfishly, I’ve really loved carrying around my wee baby everywhere, loved feeling the kicks that only I can feel, loved having wee secret chats with the little life that I’m growing within me. I’ve even loved the excuse to give up alcohol for a while, and make sure I’m eating well – it’s not for me after all now. I also have loved the evening bump massages from my partner, as he bonds and chats to the baby. I loved my nephew’s name for the baby, Lightning, which we’ve ended up adopting as our bump nickname. I’ve loved my Mum throwing me a lovely baby shower with some of the people I treasure most in the world here, and just last week travelling up from where she stays (3 hours away) to spend a day lunching and pampering, and generally just having some good girly bonding time.
In all this however, is also the very real fear of what is ahead. I’ve been focusing through this pregnancy on the labour, attending yoga and active birthing classes to try to make sure I am prepared and ready to give this wee life the best and least stressful entry into the world that I can. I’m realising rapidly though, that I haven’t prepared myself much at all for what comes next, and I think that’s possibly why I’m treasuring being pregnant and feeling like I don’t really want it to end.
While I really want to meet the wee life that has been growing inside me, I’m scared of not being good enough to fulfill his/her needs when he/she arrives. I’m scared of losing control in labour, even though I’ve been trying to prepare for it. I’m scared of not being able to breastfeed and feeling like a failure, I’m scared of missing the kicks inside me and feeling empty, and of post-natal depression. All of these things are real and common I know – and none of them will make me a failure, but they are fears nonetheless.
So to cope, I am focusing on the special time that pregnancy has been. I am focusing on now and what I can do at the moment, which is still eat well, avoid alcohol, try to sleep and rest, do my yoga exercises, practice my breathing techniques. Have fun and create things like this:
My Halloween Pumpkin this year
Pose for my photographer partner in pictures like these:
And wait for the beautiful life inside me to decide it's time.