I was one of those women.
The one that did not want to have kids, the one that wasn’t going to get married, the one that refused to be subject to such ordeals that so many women voluntarily subject themselves to.
I did not like the idea of pregnancy, honestly I still don’t. I think it is unbelievably unfair. Man gets woman pregnant, sits in easy chair, occasionally goes on Dr.’s visits, and if convenient, attends the birth. All of their involvement come before the 2nd pink line, once that little line appears, mission accomplished. On the other hand, I think women have a little switch that takes that little line to turn on. Suddenly, we’ve got the biggest job of them all, making a person. Nine months Ten months of repeated trips to the restroom, puking when anyone says the name of a food out loud, not to mention having more people’s hands on your body than the number of people you met in high school. Then comes the piece de resistance… hours of agony labor.
The end result: Parenthood.
I will admit, my view on pregnancy aside, it wasn’t unbearable and I would probably do it again. My fierce independence I’m sure has a lot to do with how I view pregnancy as a whole. However, I did not intend to endure a pregnancy and once upon a time had wanted to adopt to become a parent. I never could understand why adoption wasn’t more popular with the nation as a whole when you have to go through all that to have a baby.
I got my second pink line on February 20th, 2009. While unexpected, I embraced and welcomed the thought of a baby in my belly! Then I thought “How in the hell am I supposed to be a mom?”. Father Unexpected (FU, yes you can laugh) and I signed on our first house in the end of June and moved in July. On August 1st, 2009 Father Unexpected and I got married (something else I said I would never do) at an overlook at the state park in our hometown while I was still very pregnant.
October 15th, 2009: The day I became a parent. The day that changed my life forever. In that one day I felt like I had all control stripped from me and then they laid my heart on my chest. My daughter, K-Kitten, is a spitting image of her father. Somewhere along the lines, I’ve went from being a parent, to being a Mother.
Being a mother snuck up on me. I gave birth, but that didn’t make me a mother. It’s all the other things. I went from a pregnancy hating, marriage renouncing, solo lady, to a breast-wielding, baby-wearing, co-sleeping momma. So hello, nice to meet ya! I’m Mother Unexpected.
I hope to share with you my trials and tribulations, my stories, and hopes. I want to inspire you. I want to share my story, I want to help.
