Hi!
My name is CeeGee, and I do not like being pregnant.
There I said it.
Shocked? Horrified?
Or maybe you’re a little empathetic.
Don’t go calling child services just yet.
I like being a mom. I love my son. I can’t wait to hold and cuddle this new little life that’s growing inside of me.
I just really don’t care for the nine months that precede the diaper changes and feedings.
I’ve met those women who say, “I just loved being pregnant!” I’m sure they do. I have nothing against them. Some of them are good friends of mine.
I’m just not them.
I don’t like being nauseous for the first four months.
I don’t like going to the doctor all the time.
I don’t like having blood tests and peeing in a tiny cup.
I don’t like being tired all the time.
I don’t like taking naps every afternoon when there are a million other things I’d rather be doing.
I don’t like night after night of fitful sleep.
I don’t like getting out of bed three or four time to use the bathroom.
I don’t like seeing my waist disappear as stretch marks and extra pounds appear.
I don’t like wearing pants with an elastic waist and tops that look like drapes.
I don’t like taking vitamins the size of horse pills that make me sick if I don’t eat half the food in the house first.
I don’t like the waiting. Oh, the waiting. 40 weeks is a long, long time.
Now I will admit there are a few highlights.
The moment you first discover the good news.
Sharing the news with your husband and friends and family.
Hearing that strong heartbeat.
Seeing the baby on the ultrasound.
Finding out the gender.
Feeling the baby move and kick.
The yummy cake at the baby shower.
But it doesn’t matter how you spin it. I still don’t really enjoy being with child. To me pregnancy is just one of the those things you have to do, like paying taxes and going to the dentist. If only babies really were delivered by the stork.
You probably think I’m just whining and being selfish. But I’ve thought about this…a lot. And you know what? It’s OK not to like it.
I’m not going to pretend that I’m having a good time feeling lousy.
We’ve glamorized pregnancy with all the movie stars in their flouncy designer dresses and high heels. A baby bump is the new fashion accessory. But for me, and I think probably for some of you, that’s just not reality.
I’m grateful that I can have babies. I am grateful for a first pregnancy that was healthy and uneventful, and a second that seems to be so far.
But that doesn’t mean I have to like it.
So there.
If you ask me how I am, and I’m not glowing and gushing, that’s why. And if you’re pregnant and spending more time hugging the toilet than knitting your baby’s entire layette, go ahead and admit you’re miserable.
It’s O.K.
Really.
I doesn’t make you a bad mom.
No one will be waiting at the hospital to take your baby away.
I know it will be worth it when I hear the baby cry for the fist time, look into those innocent eyes and hold the baby close.
I just have to survive this first.
AMEN, SISTAH! I detest and despise being pregnant. I was miserable the entire time, and each pregnancy got worse. That is the main reason we are having no more. I feel awful saying it, but it’s just the way it is. I do adore babies, though. I miss babyhood.
Is it different this time.
I think, if you asked my wife, she would say that the first one was exciting, but the second one was not fun at all. The third, for her, was probably the best and she really loved it.
Honestly, she really never was sick for any one other than the second…the girl. Maybe it was all of the extra estrogen in her body that was doing it…the other two were boys.
It sounds like you might not be signing up for a third?
Well, when you put it that way and list out all the problems, I can totally understand. I hope you won’t be too miserable the next 20 weeks.
THANK YOU!!! When I tell people that I don’t like being pregnant I always get that “really?? its the best thing in the world” look. Or even worse, they say it!
I too will join the band wagon and say I just don’t like being pregnant.
The end result is whats it all about.
I like being pregnant. kinda.
I dont like being sick and not being able to sleep, and some other things you listed, but I love the fact that I am growing a baby. =)
But, I empathize with you and don’t blame you for not liking it! I wish my baby was here already too!
Sorry you are feeling so badly. Wish I was there to help out. Sounds like you need some pampering! Remember the spa night we had before my wedding? So fun!
I wonder if I will like being pregnant or not…I have yet to find out. I’ll let you know. 🙂
I’m sure Aunt Marilyn will agree with you.
Oh, I bragged about you on my blog: http://comfortjoydesigns.blogspot.com/2009/01/15-days-of-marketing-day-8.html
Love Ya!
I do not know how it feels since I haven’t married. i just wondering.
Just found your blog today.
I’m with you…. didn’t like being pregnant! Loved the result, but NOT the pregnant part!
Sad as it is, I hated being pregnant,but I had 3 kids.I hated de visits but my kids were worth it.
Me too! I am pregnant now and I hate it! I hate the all day nausea. I hate not being able to be a glowing and smiling Mother Earth. I hate whining to my husband all the time about how terrible I feel.
All said and done, I love my lil peanut to bits and can’t wait to hold him in my arms.
I’m one of those ones who loved being pregnant. Sure, there were annoying things about it (all those dr. visits, heartburn, feeling fat, etc.). But, my skin cleared up, my hair was awesome, and I felt pretty good.
My baby is now 5.5 weeks old and wow, being a mom to a newborn is a LOT harder on me than being pregnant was! In some ways, I miss how it was, and I’m looking forward to when he’s a little older and I can get some sleep!
I totally empathize with you. Those are really hard days when they’re little and not sleeping through the night. I always looked forward to my husband coming home from work, and giving me a break. I remember one really bad day when he left at 7 a.m., and didn’t get back until really late at night. I couldn’t get my son to sleep for anything, and I’d spent hours holding him. I was so tired. When my husband finally got home he found both of us sitting in the rocking chair crying. All I can tell you is that it does get better eventually.