The Plague of Pressure

Last week I woke up one morning with my head spinning around and around. I felt overwhelmed by the amount of things I needed to do in a very short time. I am heading towards #30weekspregnant which means I only have about 10 weeks left to do all the things I should do while pregnant. Because the time is now to enjoy it.

It took me a little while, a good practice and my lovely partner to realize that I felt burdened by pressure. The pressure to do it right. To not miss out. The pressure to be a good mom and an empowered woman.

Although I have decided to not let too much information, opinions and visions come in, so I can stay true to my body, mind and soul, it is hard at times. There are so many opinions out there, so many ideas of what is important, so many shoulds. So much judgment on what it means to be a good woman, and now while being pregnant, what it means to be a good mom.

A few days later I was speaking to someone, and after he shared something he heard was good for the baby, I said, I know, and there are so many other good things, that I sometimes decide to just sit on the couch and be with my belly and baby. Without doing anything.

That moment I realized that pressure is sooooo far from letting the feminine flow. And that for me being pregnant is a big lesson in a deeper embodied understanding of prioritizing pleasure. To transform the feeling of pressure into feeling pleasure. To move from that space in the world, and let myself be moved from that space. There are no shoulds. I can slow down, soften and listen. It is all about knowing that my body knows, about trusting myself and the universe, and to believe that I am enough.

with a dash of pussy sparkle,