I Don’t Like Being Pregnant
After experiencing three pregnancies in the past four years, I have something to confess:
I don’t really like being pregnant.
Ok, ok, so maybe there is maybe a month or two in the second trimester when I feel halfway decent. I can sport the cute little baby belly and feel like I am actually the glowing pregnant woman that I am supposed to be. The overwhelming fatigue and constant feeling like I’m going to puke every five seconds of the first trimester has dissipated. The books talk about the second trimester as the best part of pregnancy because you get an energy boost of sorts, but part of me has to wonder if it’s simply the absence of the misery that is the first trimester; kind of like how you feel the first day after being sick for a really long time—you feel joyful simply because you’re not sick anymore.
But other than those few fateful weeks when I am tricked into thinking pregnancy is fun, I find the entire process of growing a human being incredibly difficult.
While watching a follow-up documentary of “The Business of Being Born” the other day (fantastic, by the way, you should watch it), singer Alanis Morissette described pregnancy and childbirth in a way that I found profound. She described it as being trapped in the reality of our bodies; as women, she said, so many of us spend our days trying to escape our bodies.
We wear the special jeans to try to make our butt look better; we buy the push-up bra to enhance the ladies; we diet or exercise to try to change or maintain our shape.
Many of us spend the majority of our lives fighting against our bodies instead of accepting them.
In pregnancy, however, there is no escaping your body. It’s there—every waking minute of the day and usually at night. It’s there, performing at maximum capacity as you go about your business. While you eat breakfast, your body is laying down the building block of someone else’s future.
You can fight it if you want, but in the end, your body takes over completely on its own during pregnancy. The maternity jeans win out, the flip-flops come on, the realization that you are going to have to give birth dawns.
Like it or not, during pregnancy, your body rules.
And apparently, for some of us, that’s a hard thing to accept.
What about you? Did you enjoy being pregnant?