05/13/2026
for most of my life, I didn’t want to be a mom. I was sold the millennial girlboss dream: achieve more, earn more, climb higher and you’ll be happy!
so I focused on my career… and valued the ability to spontaneously book a flight to Ibiza whenever I wanted.
then I turned 30, and something changed. I’m not sure if it was hormones, my biological clock ticking louder, or seeing my friends start families of their own. but suddenly, it didn’t feel *so* terrible.
I got pregnant right after our wedding and was terrified. it felt like getting strapped into a rollercoaster where you realize there’s no getting off, so you might as well hold on for dear life.
I expected to hate pregnancy - 9 months of discomfort, hormones, giving up control… all in exchange for the nice little prize at the end.
but nothing could’ve prepared me for what it actually felt like.
for the first time in my life, I feel a sense of purpose i’ve never felt before. I’ve never felt so powerful (literally creating consciousness?!), so dynamic (while taking investor calls?!), so feminist (men could never?!)
and above it all, such an overwhelming sense of gratitude for the opportunity to experience something so deeply human
I’m not about to go tradwife on you - I still deeply value women making their own money, building careers and having independence - but I wanted to highlight something that I completely got wrong.
I had unintentionally framed motherhood as something that would take from my life – my freedom, identity, ambition, momentum.
instead, it’s added dimensions to me I didn’t know existed 💛