We’ve all heard the phrase, “when life gives you lemons, make lemonade.” That sounds great because who doesn’t like lemonade? But have you had lemonade without any sweetness?
Bleh, it’s terrible.
The reality is that lemonade requires a few things to make it delicious. You need some sweetness to balance out the tartness. The usual sweetener is sugar, but honey is amazing too. I also like to add a bit of vanilla extract and mint.
If only adding a few ingredients here and there worked in life. Life’s lemons are often bruised and stressed, a complicated mess that requires a price.
The most unexpected lemon happened last fall when I found out I was expecting my fourth child. My previous children were planned, and I had accepted that I was done with diapers, meltdowns, and carrying wipes and hand sanitizer in my purse. It was time for me to move onto the next season in my life.
In fact, I had plans to accelerate my fitness training so that I could compete in a competition in the next couple of years. I also wanted to write full time so that I could release multiple books in the coming year.
But the pregnancy test changed everything.
When the test came back positive, I confess that I was devastated. We had been so careful, but not careful enough. I didn’t even want to tell my partner because we had plans. We were going to spend more time traveling and taking photos together. We wanted to take family vacations and enjoy our children.
It took about a month for me to process and accept the change. Giving up my plans for the future felt like grief. Some days I went through the gamut of emotions:
There was no doubt in my mind that the baby was meant to be born–I just had to get my heart and mind in the right place so that I could move on with the pregnancy.
Now that the baby is only months away, I can honestly say that I’ve softened so much towards her. It’s never a child’s fault for his or her existence.
And all was not lost. I decided to make lemonade out of the situation.
Unlike my previous pregnancies, I continued lifting at the gym, since this was a normal activity for me prior to the pregnancy. (For the other babies, I did yoga and home exercises.) I’ll go into more details in a later post, but consistent lifting was the best thing I did for myself during this pregnancy. Not only did I have more energy and maintained my strength, the exercising kept the depression at bay. I wish I had done this during all my pregnancies. Live and learn, right?
What else? I also began delegating more responsibilities to my other children to prepare them for my recovery. My youngest now folds his own laundry, and my older two have really stepped up on their cleaning. I just have to teach them to cook a few more simple meals to add to their repertoire, and they’ll be set. We’ll see how things go once the baby is born.
So, do you have a lemonade story? How did you cope and embrace it?
Thanks for hanging out with me today.
Until next time,