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Things I love about being pregnant:
- Okay, I'll admit that I like the attention. It's nice to have people stare at my belly bulge for a good reason.
- I can get my husband to do almost anything. I just rub my belly (works better now that there is something to rub other than the fat that resided there before) and it's like a genie - for the most part. Never underestimate the dad-to-be's desire to keep mom-to-be happy.
- Feeling the critter moving around - for the most part. Today, it's been jitterbugging on my bladder and turning all about - sort of making me a little uncomfortable. But, I always feel good after I've felt it move.
- Not dieting. I'm not saying that I'm polishing off full trays of rice krispy treats or brownies - and I still have to watch what I eat. But most diet food is not great for you and baby. So, I've been able to enjoy real ice cream from time to time.
Things I don't like about being pregnant - and this will prove how unearthy crunchy Mother Earth I am.
Okay, I'm shallow. I don't think I look cute with the little baby bump. First, it's not a baby bump - it's a baby blob.
Maternity clothes. Why do all the shirts have bows you need tie across your belly? Why do most clothes come in basic black, grey or brown. Why are those so damn expensive? I know there's extra material involved - but so do men's clothes and that's cheaper. Why does it take so long to get into the groove of finding what fits for you?
Constipation - and I've only begun my journey with this. I hate putting in so much effort for such little reward only to feel uncomfortable again in the next 10 minutes. And no remedy seems to work the same. Whether it be prunes and coffee or MoM - what once was effective won't always be.
Morning sickness - aka all day sickness. I didn't vomit like some do. Instead, I just always felt yucky. I would be hungry but could not think of one thing to eat. Well, maybe saltines and seltzer. Things I loved - beer and coffee - made me sick. My husband would ask what I wanted for dinner and I would break down in tears because I had no idea.
Baby brain. I always prided myself on my steel trap memory. I would remember small details. I was a walking PDA with tons of RAM. Lately, I can't remember anything. I have to write everything down - from the smallest task - like get dressed. Suddenly, I'm uncle Billy in It's a Wonderful Life. Talk about Flowers for Algernon in reverse.
Fear. The moment I found I was pregnant I have lived in a constant state of wonderment and fear. Every little tick and cramp and pain, I looked up on-line. And any pregnant woman past and present will tell you it's such a bad idea. I had convinced myself of eptopic pregnancy, chromosomal issues, pre-term labor. Luckily, this would pass within a few minutes. In rare cases, I was feaked for a day. Even still as I sit here - I'll feel a new twinge or sensation and wonder if everything is okay.
I know the long road to motherhood will be worth all the blood sweat and fears. Hopefully in 4 1/2 to 5 months time, I'll be able to look down at the critter (who will have a name at that point - I swear) and say, "Boy, you gave mommy a long 9 months".