Technically I’m a single mom.
This is not to rag on my partner. It’s just an observation I can’t help but make when all of the advice online and in books assumes you are co-habitating. They all suggest he give me nightly foot rubs and that we should plan a “babymoon”, as if there is an extra pile of cash lying around to take a vacation before a newborn arrives.
I’m not joking when I say, if something falls on the ground and does not absolutely have to be picked up, I’m not bending over.
I would love for someone to help me put on socks and shoes and pants.
I’d love to stop driving (though again, big ups to my guy for taking the wheel every time we’re together.) (Oh and a HUGE thank you to you parents for buying me a car at a time when it has basically become a necessity.)
I’m done with cleaning. I’d love to bathe less. I’m not into having to go outside and into the basement to do laundry.
I’m REALLY over stairs. And walking. And sometimes even sitting.
I’d love to have Peapod.
All this to say, I know it’ll be over soon. Very soon.
And on top of this, I’m two weeks away from moving back in with my parents, two able bodied, non-working people ready to lend a hand in any way they can.
HOW DOES ANYONE DO THIS WITHOUT HELP?
I know people do, everyday. I don’t mean to sound like an asshole for even posing the question, but I am truly besides myself trying to figure out how you could do this by yourself.
I feel even luckier than women who are married, whose husbands have to go back to work. At least I won’t be totally alone. And moms who already have a kid with another on the way? I CAN’T WRAP MY BRAIN AROUND THAT.
This is probably the most helpless I’ve ever felt as an adult. Sometimes it’s hard to ask for help, partly out of being so independent for many years, but also not wanting to come across like I’m taking advantage of my “condition”. And yes, its probably painfully obvious that I don’t exactly have the means to live on my own with a new baby, financially speaking.
I am overwhelmed by everyone’s support and generosity. I’m flabbergasted by the amount of things filling my parents house and for my mom friends who’ve given me all sorts of gently used hand me downs.
I can’t begin to tell you how happy I am that I’m not doing this alone.
P.S. I promise to write you thank you notes once this carpal tunnel thing is figured out.