I am not going to sit here and sugar coat how amazing and
awesome pregnancy is because right now I am sick of being pregnant. This will
be a post of me complaining so feel free to skip it if you don’t want to listen
to me vent. Also feel free to not read if you might get offended.
Being pregnant of course is a blessing, and I am grateful
every day that I am able to have the opportunity to have children. However,
that does not mean that pregnancy does not bring challenges. For me I do not
have to deal with much nausea or morning sickness. I also have not had too much
back pain, and I have had no signs of any swollen body parts. Instead I have
had the challenge of being small and pregnant. When I got pregnant I only
weighed 100 pounds, and so far I have gained almost 40lbs. That is me gaining
almost 50% of my body weight in a very short amount of time, and that comes
with its own aches and pains. I have been so sore. My stomach is so tender, and
sensitive. In addition to that I feel every movement the baby makes which is
fun until they get stronger and those kicks start to really hurt. Bending over
and picking things up is always a daunting task. I started having trouble
putting my pants on in the second trimester, and socks well forget it. I pretty
much have accepted I am going to be in a lot of pain and remain pretty
uncomfortable until this baby is born.
The other challenge for me has been everyone asking me about
the pregnancy. Don’t get me wrong I love attention, but I literally cannot even
walk inside of Costco without 10 strangers telling me I am hiding a basketball
under my shirt, and then asking me my due date, gender, and name I have picked
out for the baby. It’s not that I do not enjoy talking about these things, but
imagine having this same conversation 20 times a day; it can get extremely
exhausting not to mention boring.
On top of that I am constantly being asked how I feel, and
the truth is I feel miserable. I feel like people ask me that question
expecting some fake cheery response like “life is all butterflies and rainbows”
but really I just want to say…”how do you think I feel, I am 38 weeks
pregnant.” I would rather they just acknowledge these last few weeks are hard,
and then give me some words of encouragement. That way I do not feel the need
to put on a fake smile.
And last there is the challenge of never knowing when the
baby is going to come, and that is hard in itself, because you want to be able
to physically and emotionally prepare for the arrival of your new sweet baby,
but every time you let yourself think the day is coming it doesn’t and then
your left filled with disappointment just to wake up to a text asking if the
baby came.
Pregnancy is rough, but it’s worth it. I am glad that mine
is almost over and I will get to meet Parker in a few short days.
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