I’m currently pregnant with my second child, and while that's incredibly exciting, I would be lying if I wasn't a little apprehensive about this upcoming Mother's Day. In fact, I'm pretty much preparing myself to experience, first hand, why being pregnant on Mother’s Day is the worst. I mean, I’ve got lots of feels about the holiday already (like I assume most moms do), although mine are fairly specific since my first son was actually born on Mother’s Day weekend.
On my very first Mother's Day, I didn’t necessarily feel like I deserved a whole day of recognition for something I’d been doing for just a few hours. My son had just arrived and I was finding myself in that wonderfully complex post-birth haze of excitement and fear. However and nonetheless, it was poignant and lovely to celebrate with my newborn and my partner. As my son has grown, the day has mattered more to me, too. Each time it rolls around every year, it coincides with his birthday and is an updated count of how many years I’ve been parenting, too. Plus, it’s an excellent excuse for brunch, which just so happens to be my favorite meal.
All that said, I think this year is going to be a little tougher since some of my favorite things about the day aren’t really going to be option with baby number two on the way. I have a feeling I'll be sitting around other brunching moms on Mother's Day, bummed out about the following: