I went out last night, husband stayed with Mr Wrigglebot, I haven’t been out very much since the birth so I changed out of my pyjama pants (I love my pyjama pants, don’t sleep in them but wear them excessively) and headed out. It was a friend’s birthday and there were a lot of people that I really enjoyed catching up with, it was nice to talk without having to keep an eye on the baby or having to babyproof a room before settling.

I was sitting there talking when I suddenly realised that 85% of my conversation had regarded babies and motherhood and birth and Mr Wrigglebot. I am fairly certain that pre pregnancy I could talk about lots of things; sport, politics, family, holidays, work, current events even the weather now my conversations seem to be confined by the bonds of motherhood.

I’m not saying that it is a bad thing, I really enjoyed my conversations. I guess it just emphasised to me that my life has been forever changed by Wrigglebot. Even if he is not with me physically he is an integral part of who I am. I know that doesn’t sound very feminist, I know I should be an independant and strong woman who is whole on her own and needs nobody else but quite simply I am enhanced by my family and they are an inescapable part of me no matter if they are with me or not.

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