I am mother

I have some news: I’ve undertaken a new kind of bulking phase…

By which I mean to say, I am pregnant. (When I said a few weeks ago that the next year would be a time of great transition, I wasn't messing around!)

And I’m thrilled to share that, because this world opens up many new curiosities, and also sources of white-hot rage, for me. I can’t believe the way that people, even people you know, start to speak to you when you tell them you are pregnant! Out one side of their mouth they are telling you don’t listen to what anyone says and do what is right for you; out the other side, they are telling you they just don’t think very much of women who don’t collect their colostrum in advance of birth. (If you don’t know, don’t ask.) Even in my journey to protect myself from the worst of scaremongering mommy culture pushing everyone to overachieve in every aspect, I already know too much. In my struggle to quell the overachieving, perfectionist demons, therapy and medication work hard but the devil works harder!