I have no idea who has been lieing to women, telling them that being pregnant is this wonderful time in your life. It’s not. It’s uncomfortable, and uncomfortable. There really isn’t a better word to describe it frankly. It is painful, and itchy, and you’re sick often and not able to take a lot of medication for much of anything, and you’re very cranky almost all of the time. Even when you aren’t cranky, you can get to cranky in about two seconds flat, usually by someone doing something super simple and not at all annoying. This is because everything is annoying when you’re pregnant.
Seriously, I have done this twice, and while I can say with a degree of certainty that this time is much better than the last time, it still isn’t fun. I mean I am happier mentally, but physically the whole body thing isn’t fun. Not to mention that this baby has a fondness for making my anxiety levels high before he gets here. That is something his big sister at least waited until she was out to do.
There are benefits of course. Pregnancy isn’t all bad, despite the 40 weeks of feeling like you’re being weirdly tortured in a way that is just annoying more so than painful. When the baby starts to kick, and respond to your voice and your touches on your belly, or even better: when the baby starts to respond to your partner, it is kind of awesome. When you hear the heartbeat for the first time and you know for sure that you are not alone, that’s pretty sweet too. Of course there is this thing, that after 40 weeks you (hopefully) get this very squishy, adorable, crying thing. Okay that doesn’t sound like it’s worth it, but then they grab your finger and only want to be with you ever. Or, it’s 6 months later and they have learned how to hug and give kisses, and do so without you even asking. Or it’s 6 years later and they come up to you and tell you that they love you “no edge” which means more than history.
Yeah okay…I’ll be uncomfortable for 14 more weeks.