I get it. You got it all together. You

And your husband are wealthy. You make giant Easter baskets for our kids preschool classes

That seriously nicer than what I can do just for my kids. And your parents life 5 minutes away so you always have a sitter for a date night, mental break, or sex with your husband. And I know you always using the grandparents because I know them. And that’s fine. If my momma was closer, I’d have date nights too.

And you had nice little pregnancies where you got your body back. And you live in an updated house with name brand everything. Basically you got it all and got it all together, right?

And I realize you ain’t perfect. No matter how you project.

But here is the deal, sista. Not everyone has it like you. Not all of us pop the baby out surrounded by help and family and get their groove back.

Nah girl, some of us are on bedrest. Or working up to delivery. Pushing the boundaries of what their doctor wants. We crying at night from

The pain. Scared to death because the mind is willing but our pregnant bodies are failing. I already feel like I’m failing.

So when my husband mentioned wanting me to sit down and rest because I’ve been to the point of tears and unable to walk, he means it. Not because I’m Lazy. I’m going bonkers. I’m trying not to go into labor yet or rip something. But your very public comment of “I didn’t know moms get to just sit around.” Because you don’t like to “just sit around doing nothing.”

Like I don’t have enough guilt. Like I don’t already beat myself up that I’m not at the Easter egg hunt with my son. Or It was sandwiches and fries tonight.

Like I’m not struggling that my momma is hours away and can’t help with the kids. Like I don’t wish someone would pick my kids up while I get my nails done. Heck, I don’t want my nails done. I just want the dishes washed. Or that when I got asked what would we do with our small kids if I went into labor in the night...ummmm, not sure. Take them with us? Wake our neighbor? Have me go to the hospital some until my momma can get into town?

Even my husband was like “are you for real?” Guess she must be perfect.

I’m not perfect. I’m tired. And hurting and struggling to finish this pregnancy without further risk to my unborn son.

Mind your own motherhood, honey.

I have crappy pregnancies and fantastic kids. And maybe next time you see a momma struggling against bedrest, pregnancy, exhaustion, and two kids under 6, you could offer to help? Ya know since you don’t like to just sit around doing nothing. 😑🙄