Somehow mornings were always a place in the day that my heart truly hated. Somewhere between dream land and my morning coffee, a spot that if I had my choice didn’t need to exist.
Funny how getting pregnant would change all that. Slowly my body was morphing, because of so much swelling that I experienced during being pregnant, I could no longer enjoy ignoring this part of the day even happened (even though just on days off)!
The one thing I always said I never wanted to happen, if and when I was pregnant, was to swell; however, my body had different plans. I have learned through our journey of infertility that regardless of what you want or do your body will do whatever it wants when it wants.
So after years of doing my best to ignore mornings, being a devoted night owl, I was suddenly not given a choice! Maybe my body’s way of preparing me for my little ones arrival perhaps? Regardless the reason, swelling, now this plus no morning coffee was a definite punch in the face, could the reality of parenthood already be such a rough ride, I questioned.
Needless to say I really deep down didn’t care what I had to endure to have my baby but it doesn’t mean it wasn’t tough at times either. Although a new reality was setting in I am happy to report that mornings aren’t as bad as I once thought. Taking it slow works best for this family.
Waking at 6:00 to get a feed and diaper change (during the night feeds it is rare I will change TJ in order not to disturb him too much). We then spend the next few hours relaxing going in and out of sleep. Once usually 8 comes rolling around we are getting ready and taking the day on!
My mornings went from non existent to blissful and I thank God every day for it.