‘A mum is a mum from the moment they find out they’re pregnant’. I remember reading this before I was pregnant and it’s come up a few times since seeing that positive test result myself. But I wanted to take a moment to write about this from a really honest perspective and say that I don’t feel like a mum yet. I’m 31 weeks now and as it feels like the due date is speeding closer and closer and the fact there will be an ACTUAL baby at the end of it all is becoming more and more real.

This is not at all to say I’m not excited or ready. I’m SO excited, but also I’m nervous and very unsure of what lies ahead. I’m at the ‘final countdown’ phase that is the third trimester and post-Christmas we’ve started properly preparing and getting ready. I’m also feeling at the stage where I’m not only looking forward to baby arriving but also looking forward to not being pregnant anymore. Sure, I’ll miss the whole ‘excuse to eat everything’ and permission to wear elasticated/baggy things every day. But overall, I am looking forward to post-pregnancy life too. But actually, that’s a bit of a digression on what I wanted to touch on in this post. What I wanted to talk about is the expectation of an innate feeling of motherhood washing over you right from the get-go of pregnancy. I’m sure for some this really does happen and that’s genuinely lovely. Maybe it depends on ...