Here’s my warning: If you’re trying to get pregnant or you really enjoy being pregnant or you CAN’T get pregnant, you probably don’t want to read this. I’m going to come across as really ungrateful to you.
I love babies. I loved my first son from the first moment I held him. But I HATE being pregnant. I don’t remember the first time being this bad, but I was 6 years younger and working full time, so I had less time to notice all this stuff.
I want to be able to breathe again. I want to be able to bend over again. I want to be able to eat more than five bites without being full, only to be hungry again 15 minutes later. I’m tired of going the doctor every two weeks so I can sit in the waiting room for an hour for a five-minute check-up. I’m tired of having a limited wardrobe. I’m tired of being water-logged. I’m tired of going to the bathroom every 15 minutes. I’m tired of trying to come up with a name that my husband I both like. I’m tired of EVERYONE asking me what we’re going to name him. I’m tired of being tired all the time. I’m tired of people remarking on how small I am. I would rather be small than huge, but why is it that a pregnant woman’s body is suddenly everyone else’s business? I have had people say, “You look good for 7 months (or 8 months or whatever)” I don’t mind that. It’s the rude remarks I have trouble with. At least this time, I haven’t had to deal with people rubbing my stomach. Really, people. Have some respect. Being pregnant does not negate the whole “personal space” thing.