Pregnancy can often feel like a journey that is celebrated by many—filled with euphoric sentiments and glowing expectations. You’ve likely heard the enthusiastic remarks: “Pregnancy is a beautiful gift!” or “I adore feeling my baby moving inside me!” Yet, for some of us, it’s a different story altogether.
If the moment you saw that second line on the test was met with nausea rather than joy, you’re not alone. I vividly remember my own experience: the wave of morning sickness that hit me like a freight train, only slightly alleviated by bingeing on bagels. I found it amusing (in a twisted way) that my once-beloved yogurt suddenly became something I loathed with a fierce passion. And let’s not even get started on the bizarre cravings that crept in, like an uncontrollable desire to consume entire bottles of relish.
Yes, pregnancy is often described as a blessing, but that doesn’t mean it’s without its challenges. I reluctantly accepted my waddling gait, which made me look like I was teetering on a tightrope, and surrendered my aspirations of being a graceful pregnant yogi. The reality was that I was far from that ideal.
And let’s talk about the smells. Why is it that no one ever mentions the peculiar odors that come with pregnancy? Yes, food smells are heightened, but what about the strange scents emanating from our own bodies? I became hyper-aware, paranoid even, that I was trailing an invisible cloud of something less than pleasant.
The notion of “glowing” during pregnancy? I never saw it. My skin was a canvas of blue veins and odd pigmentation. I had swollen ankles and fingers, and let’s not forget about the hair that seemed to take on a life of its own. I was left wondering how all of this equated to the much-lauded pregnancy glow.
As for the idea of enjoying intimacy while pregnant? The first trimester was dominated by nausea, the second by feelings of unattractiveness, and by the third, the logistics of it all felt overwhelmingly complex. It was not exactly the romantic experience that some might claim.
And then there was the incessant need to pee. Was I the only one who found this utterly exhausting? Waddling to the bathroom every few minutes felt like an Olympic event. I can’t help but wonder if those who revel in pregnancy simply overlook these inconveniences—optimism can be infuriating.
So, in case it hasn’t been clear by now, I wasn’t a fan of pregnancy. It’s been a while since I experienced it, but a conversation with a friend recently brought back those memories. She confided, “Why do I feel like I’m the only one who hates being pregnant?”
To her and anyone else feeling this way: You’re definitely not alone. Many women share your sentiments. The journey can be tough, and at times, downright miserable. But you will get through it, and soon you’ll be holding that adorable little bundle of joy—at which point we can start complaining about the new challenges of parenthood instead.
I recognize that pregnancy is a precious experience deserving of respect. However, it’s also okay to acknowledge the not-so-great aspects without feeling guilty.
Oh, and just a side note: my second child had a habit of kicking me in the most uncomfortable places, my feet grew a size and never returned to normal, and my nipples are now the size of small plates!
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Summary
This piece addresses the often unspoken struggles of pregnancy, offering a candid perspective for women who may feel isolated in their experiences. It encourages openness about the challenges while reminding readers that they are not alone.