
Please tell me I'm not alone. I love my daughter (one month) she's my everything. But as my life began revolving around her the moment I found out I was pregnant ( not planned) I couldn't help but feel, I kinda lost my freedom. I always thought I'd never get pregnant, I have PCOS and doctors always told me my chances were slim. My ex fiance and I tried for five years and nothing came of it. We split (part of the reason being I couldn't give him kids) and I slowly began accepting what I thought to be fact. I met A and he and I just connected and we have this amazing relationship that we both push each other to grow and be better and then I became pregnant which brought A and I closer. But before I was pregnant A and I lived a very active lifestyle hiking/camping/ working out and that lifestyle was my favorite. This year was supposed to be the year I bought all the gear and supplies I needed to take the year 2020 off from my life and hike the Appalachian trail. Then in December I found out I was pregnant. I can't take the year off anymore, my daughter needs me and I'm ok with that. But there are nights like this where I miss my old life because all the hiking/camping/working out had been put on hold because of my pregnancy. Even now as the weather get cold in my favorite time and season to hike and camp I can't because my little girl needs me. But I sometimes can't help but miss it... via /r/Parenting https://ift.tt/32ujIJn
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