Ok, ok, I’m not really saying that being a stepmom is better than being a biological mom. But, since it’s my life, it helps to think about a few ways that make it so good. I’m a woman, and would obviously love to know the feeling of carrying a baby of my own. I’d love to know how it feels to hold her for the first time and to see that she has my nose or his eyes. So, that’s my disclaimer. Now, let’s dive into how much better off I am being a stepmum 😉
I never had to stress about falling pregnant. I see so many women letting the ‘job’ of getting pregnant take all the fun of intimacy away. Months roll by in a haze of sadly lacking disappointment-laden pregnancy sticks, while they feign happiness at their friends’ baby showers. Nope, not for me.
I could party at my pre-mum party. Ok, mine was basically a hen night, but there WERE several references to my becoming a mom. And, I could take a swig to every mention of the word! No peanut-butter-filled-diapers and baby naming games for me. No surprises when I’m feeling my hottest / sweatiest / fattest. No sirreee, just wine and seafood platters.
I didn’t have to push anything through anywhere. This is a big one, ladies. I manifested a beautiful, nice-smelling child without the left side of my body pirouetting away from the right. No tearing, no stitches, no pooping on the delivery table.
I got to sleep through. I know that those first few months / years of waking up at night to be with your little one is a special way of bonding, but sleep is quite special to me too. We bond over songs in the car and chats in the bath together. I didn’t need to be violently wrenched from the two hours of sleep that I was clutching onto.
I got to choose. I met Katie, got to know her and chose to be her mom. I made a choice based on what a spectacularly sweet little girl she is. I picked her. And she picked me. And that’s pretty darn special.