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HOW ARE YOU?
Diary of a woman who travels through the period of pregnancy and parenthood.
Why am I doing this? Who will give me applause for all this? Why am I not making my life easier, but even in the ninth month of pregnancy I am constantly proving something to someone?
Ten different types of beds, strollers with different mechanisms, car seats that look like they were intended for a spaceship... What do we really need to have everything, but not have EVERYTHING?
"Struggling with infertility can completely take over your life. People look, talk behind our backs, there are even those who take it upon themselves to advise us without being asked. Everyone is smart, everyone knows more than us.
Today, I got up very early. I went to work and spent half an hour venting to my colleague about how I couldn't stand Ivan’s deodorant - my husband.
Slowly but surely, I’ve reached the twelfth week of my pregnancy. The first trimester is already behind me. I now have (just) six more months to go! So far, everything is going well.
The morning sickness has kicked in, and it's definitely not just some myth about the first months of pregnancy. I can't even smell my morning coffee. At times, even after the first sip of water, I find myself rushing to the bathroom.
This is it. I'm really pregnant. That tiny shadow, just a few centimeters in size on the ultrasound is my future child, whom I will hold in my arms in a matter of months and care for as long as I live.
I feel confused. I don't know what to think, how to feel... I grapple with a whirlwind of emotions and memories. I find myself revisiting memories from my childhood.