I hated being pregnant. Period.
Yet somehow, throughout my pregnancy I was surrounded by people telling me how much they loved being pregnant. I always ended up walking away from these conversations trying to figure out what was wrong with me. Why did I hate being pregnant? Was I really ready to be a mom? And the question that plagued me, “Will I love motherhood if I hate being pregnant?”
Pregnancy bites. No not for all people, but for people like me it does. I had morning sickness, then sciatica, then heartburn – not to mention the general discomfort caused by a BABY GROWING INSIDE OF ME! Now, I want to be clear, I was always thankful for the amazing opportunity to become a mom – but being appreciative and enjoying something are two different things. And quite frankly I did not enjoy being pregnant.
- To those women who say they never felt sexier, good for you. I felt like a cow.
- To those women who say they never felt better, good for you. I felt like I had been tumbled around in a dryer after not sleeping for a month.
- To those women who say they loved feeling the baby move, good for you. It creeped me out and actually hurt sometimes.
- To those women who say they enjoyed every minute of it, good for you. But for me, it was a means to an end.
I now have a healthy, wonderful three month old daughter whom I love dearly. Yet, no combination of crazy postpartum hormones make me reflect on my pregnancy any more positively. But will I do it again? Yup, God willing. Not because I enjoyed being pregnant, but because I love being a mom. And my daughter makes the ten months of pregnancy completely worth it.
Pregnancy is tough, eating right shouldn’t be