Caring for a baby full time is extremely isolating. I love pulling faces at Frankie, and playing with her, it’s fun. The lack of adult conversation is pretty awful though, I do feel a little stir crazy. I would kill for some time out, being able to go out and just do things I want to do without constantly worrying.
Anonymous said: You're beautiful in everyway I know, you're such a strong person and you have a lot going for you, you will always be beautiful.
Thank you, I just feel inadequate as a mother. I’m sure this is only a temporary thing. I’m having difficulty adjusting.
I don’t feel that way, but thanks x
Anonymous said: You're beautiful an perfect i every way I know to judge such things
Thanks anon, I’m ridiculous sometimes. I appreciate that, I’m far from perfect though :P x
My stomach looks so fucking awful. It’s like a crime scene :( that makes me sad. I’m terrified that it will never go back to normal, and that sucks so hard. I know it vain and awful, but it’s really all I had going for me, being thin and healthy looking.
I have a baby, that makes me happy, unsure, tired, sad, intrigued, happy again, and incredibly insecure. I’m never sure whether I’m doing the right thing, and I feel guilty about 90% of the choices I’m making. Being a parent is hard, and amazingly rewarding. I couldn’t imagine loving anyone/thing else more than I love my daughter. Being a parent makes you realise how fucked up the world is, and how amazing it can be all at once. The past 12 days have been exhausting and scary, I just want to be doing the right thing.
In Italian we don’t just say I love you, we say “mettersi a nudo, ottenere selvatici, sono incinta con il bambino” which means “you are the light of my world, the rainbow on an otherwise cloudy day” and I think that’s beautiful