Eine liebe Freundin, die gerade im Wochenbett liegt, hat mich gebeten etwas über das Wochenbett zu schreiben. Um endlich mal aufzuräumen, mit dem ganzen touchy-feely Nonsens, den man so in Geburtsvorbereitungskursen lernt. Um mal die Wahrheit zu sagen, über all das, was einen erwartet, wenn man mühevoll nach stundenlanger Quälerei ein Baby aus sich herausgepresst oder es bei vollem Bewusstsein aus dem Bauch herausgeschnitten bekommen hat. Um aufzuklären und dafür zu sensibilisieren, dass das Wochenbett meist ganz anders verläuft, als man es sich vorgestellt hat.
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2020: The year of joy, disappointment, no sleep and wonderful new friendships
A crazy year has come to an end: my little one is turning one next Monday, Germany has finally started vaccinating people against covid, my next parental leave is about to begin in January and I finally feel like writing a blog post again. So I thought this is a good opportunity to write my own personal review of this year, month by month, to conclude with it and reminisce about all that has been good, bad, funny or utterly shocking and what I learnt through all of this.
What I didn’t expect, since I’ve been expecting
And then suddenly you are pregnant. One random morning before work you pee on a stick, see the little second pink line in the control window and realize: everything will change now. And as if this mental load that you have to carry around for three months without being able to tell anyone else than …
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Things I overthought 