Wasn’t it just weeks ago that I posted 7 reasons to love being pregnant?
My my, how quickly things change. Let me instead now post the reality. Mostly this is not for you, but for me, so that I will be sure never to be in this predicament again. 😉 Tsk tsk, judge me if you will, but honesty is my policy here. So, stick with me here and go along with it. And then when you’re done reading, love me and feel so sorry for me at the same time. It will make me feel so much better, and then I can add my 8th reason to love pregnancy. Sympathy abounds.
Reasons not to love pregnancy:
1. I can’t sit like a lady anymore. Instead you can find me with my legs spread like a man, just to make room for this monster child who has taken over my body.
2. In taking over my body, I mean, I seem to be pregnant in my butt and thighs much more so than my expanding belly. How is this even right or fair?
3. When I drop something of usual importance, ie: my cell phone, keys, child (kidding!), I first look around to see if someone might be willing to stop, drop, and pick it up for me. If nobody is available, I then have to evaluate whether or not it’s important enough for me to get after all. And once it’s deemed important, the grunt that escapes my mouth as I drop, squat, and groan is utterly embarrassing.
4. I can’t squat (or grunt) like a lady. See #1.
5. The peeing thing. Or better put, piddle. I rush to the potty (as we like to call it in our home) thinking I’m about to relieve all bladder issues for the next few hours, only to piddle piddle for two seconds. Trust me, there is no relief in a piddle piddle. Several times I have stood up, flushed, turned to walk out of the restroom, only to have to turn around and have a seat again. Piddle piddle.
6. I can’t find Jimmy in bed anymore. I am consumed by my five pillows that are constantly needing to be adjusted every few minutes throughout the night. Yes, five. One for my head, one for my knees/legs, one for the belly, one for the back, and one just to hang on to.
7. The pain, the pain!!! Oh the aches of the pregnant woman’s belly…..and back, and butt, and legs, and feet….and other areas that we don’t need to go into here. There is no amount of chocolate to cure this kind of discomfort. Although, I will continue to try to find a cure with it somehow. And yet, I can’t figure out how I am looking pregnant in my butt and thighs.
8. The scale. The one I stand on in the doctors office, now every two weeks. The one that reminds me that I am indeed pregnant in more than just my stomach. The one that reminds me chocolate doesn’t cure everything.
9. The comments and unsolicited advice. Comments like, “You’re not too big, you just look healthy.” (L, I know you meant well) Or, “You still have 8 weeks left to go? I would have thought you were due anytime!” My favorite is the nod I get after a venting of feeling fat. And then “mmmm, ya. I see what you mean. That must be hard….” Not so good for the self esteem.
10. The emotional roller coaster. I’m good one minute, and in tears the next. Life is great and the glass is half full one second, but empty the next. I know I’m making a big ol deal about something small, and I just don’t care. It feels too good to cry it out, and I couldn’t stop even if I wanted too.
11. I’m tired, but I can’t sleep. Because of #4, #5, #6, #7 and thoughts of #8 which leads to #10. And now I’m awake instead of sleeping.
Okay, I can stop here (though I could go on…and on…and on). Let me just silence the judgement. Yes, I agree that being pregnant is a beautiful and wonderfully amazing thing, and yes I know that it is just an incredible blessing that I get to be the one to bring this beautiful baby into the world. I know, and I agree and I get it. I’m just saying…in addition to knowing all that, please revisit #’s 1-11 and then have a little sympathy for a girl. If you don’t, see #11. I can’t be responsible for how I react.
© 2008 “Le Musings of Moi”
Found your blog via SITS…I can totally sympathize with you on the pregnancy thing…my last baby was born in 2004 (he was my third), and I can honestly say he is my LAST! Varicose veins, heartburn, edema everywhere (including my nose)…my list matches yours exactly. How great to have a blog to vent, instead of the unsuspecting person who asks the dumb question “How are you feeling?”.
Found you with SITS, and boy, can I sympathize!
Has anyone asked you, “Wow, you must be pregnant with twins!” People used to say that to me, and thank goodness I was since I probably would have shot someone had I not been. Even with twins I still didn’t need the reminder that I was ridiculously huge 🙂
Hope the rest of your pregnancy goes well, or as well as it can go 😉 Between all those piddle breaks…
Pregnancy has its upsides and downsides. Along with the baby kicking and moving, there’s the sticking his/her toes in your ribs part. 🙂
Each of my pregnancies were different, for some I was bigger, some I was smaller. One pregnancy the baby was breach until they turned her at 38 weeks, one the head was so low I thought he’d fly out if I sneezed. 🙂
Good luck to you in this pregnancy. Once you hold the baby, will you remember this discomfort? Probably. Will it be important? Probably not. {lol}
I feel for you. My seven pregnancies were not all roses. But the baby’s soft skin, little newborn noises and rushes of emotions make it all worthwhile, right? 😉
I never liked being pregnant. When you’re now “showing” you’re sick as a dog. Then when you are showing you waddle like a duck and sit like a frog.
First pregnancy DD 11# 8 oz.
Second pregnancy 6wks premature weiighing in at 8#1oz. that’s my boy! I’m only 5’3″ now but I think I used to be 5’4″ but there’s a lot of things that “used to be” about my body. Birthin’ babies totally destroys your youthful figure and you are officially a member of the “baby fat” club!
How about this one: “are you sure you’re not having twins??” and I even got a triplets comment once. Yes, I was big. But for real, how rude!
Like Mrs.S, I’ve had the ‘are you sure there aren’t two?’ comment with both pregnancies. Nope, I was just the size of a bus.
Love the reasons, though!
I remember this all too well. The only thing that can make it worse is a triplet pregnancy.
Spoken like a true Third-Trimester girl…
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Even after reading all this, I still want one, BADLY, lol… Some girls just don’t know their luck (even though it totally doesn’t seem like luck)…
haha, I can totally relate. Pregnancy is both oh-so-good and oh-so-uncomfortable!
I like your blog… Have a great Thanksgiving!