Now as the third trimester evolves, and week 32 creeps up to meet me, I still feel empowered. No longer am I counting up the weeks but rather counting down the weeks until I hope to meet our beloved Kiddo. I have had a few ‘eek’ moments, lying awake in the night with horrendous restless legs, cramps and itchiness, and wondering how to prepare myself for the unknown of labour. But then I remind myself that my intuition and trust in my body has moved me this far, and so I just have to trust that she will carry me through D-Day and the early days of motherhood too. I have still been super active through these first 4 weeks of this trimester, although the jogging is easing into a routine of more and more swimming. I head to the pool three or so times a week to swim with my mother, a gift in itself as we share laps and time together. I have also used creativity throughout this entire journey to balance out the mental load of work, the time with people, and then also the physical outputs. Sitting quietly drawing, painting or writing is something that harmonises me.
Preparing for Kiddo’s arrival is also a really special time. I have loved preparing our upstairs attic nursery, reading books about parenting, and also spending time with loved ones who again make me feel buoyant. I am asking questions but trying not to get too caught up in the hype. This really strongly reminds me of the early years of elite sport. Back then, a lanky blonde teenager, I was eager to thrive in the new world that awaited me. I was a sponge for new knowledge, seeking out wise council and asking a million questions. However, I was also mature enough to realise that not every bit of advice would be perfect for me, so I took it on board and filtered it through the lens of ‘Me’. My early interpretation of motherhood and pregnancy is the same. We need to know ourselves and be unapologetically happy to walk in our own shoes. But then we need to be humble enough to take support, advice and feedback. I am striving to find this balance.
I am absolutely no guru about this pregnancy thing. But with humility I wish to share my story in the hope that it might assist other individuals as they embark on their own journeys towards parenthood. I guess I speak to the individuals who, like us, were on the fence and wondering which side they wished to wander. I also speak to those active women who do become pregnant and then want to maintain their sense of identity, fitness, health and wellbeing. In summary, what I wish to say is:
In summary, as an individual, we are made up of multiple identities. I am Hanny – a daughter, wife, friend, dreamer, athlete, coach, businesswoman, writer, artist and now a pregnant woman. Soon I will add mother to this list too. Pregnancy nor motherhood doesn’t have to erase my other identities, but rather add color to Hanny like an artist adds to depth to their painting. Having this understanding, and realizing that my husband is only adding depth to his world as he approaches fatherhood, has helped myself and him to adapt to the world as we evolve towards parenthood. I hope that this understanding can now help other soon-to-be mothers and fathers to embrace the joys of parenthood, to relinquish any fear or sense of control and rather be curious and excited about what lies ahead.
Grow wilder. Play wilder. Parent wilder.
Write something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview.