Isn’t that such a strange thing to say?
I’ve had 2 people say that to me on separate occasions and I don’t know how to respond.
It was said completely innocently, as a compliment more than anything. But it confused me.
Technically we can have babies from as young as 11, and at 21 I am at the height of my fertility and physically the best age to bear a child.
So is the implication that I don’t look mature enough to be a mother?
I’m not going to dwell on this though, because really the intention isn’t malicious or judgemental and if anything is complimentary. And as I’m not self-conscious about having had a baby young, I’m not offended or upset. I’m just a little confused by why anyone would say this. It’s only in recent years that people have started waiting until their thirties and even forties to have babies, but no-one would ever be told they look too old to be a parent.
All I can say is, Hey lady, go down and tell that to my flat stretchmark-free stomach, tight vag and indestructible pelvic floor!
He comes back tomorrow for good. Au revoir, Paris!
I am so tired it’s hard to be excited. Nearly 8 weeks in, the tiredness has really set in now, like November drizzle. That hot-eyed, almost-headache, close to teary rage feeling. I had thought it was a little too easy! Now there is nothing worse than when he says he is tired.
I think I saw her the other day, going through the barrier at the station. She saw me, she was looking round at me. I don’t know why it bothers me but it does. I still look her up on Instagram. She looks like such a nice person. She was volunteering in Africa. I used disposable nappies in hospital and when the baby had a rash. She gets glowing posts about her. I bitch about people who do nice wholesome things like love each other.
Sometimes I look at old messages between me and him where he lied. Maybe I enjoy the drama of it.
I think I can’t quite get over that he never actually told her by choice. She was never dumped. He couldn’t choose between us but maybe at the end he did and he chose her.
The only reason that he eventually told her was because he was caught on the phone to me.
I said he would never be on his own with the baby. I said he had to go to therapy. I said he was an awful person.
But we ended up together, I met his family, he was amazing at the birth, and he’s back in Brighton for good tomorrow. And it is all going to be ok.
It’s just that she’s blonde and pretty and, worst of all, nice, and he never left her. She left him. That makes all the difference.