Hello, world. Let me clarify something: I am not sick, disabled, or broken. I am expecting. I am not weak, fragile, or overly dependent. I am expecting. I am not incapable or inept. I AM FREAKING EXPECTING.
I’m not an exotic flower or a delicate princess; I’m just a person engaging in one of the oldest and most reliable acts of humanity. This is a natural state for my body—not unlike breathing or walking or, well, living. Yet, somehow, I’m treated as if I’m some sort of helpless vessel.
Addressing the Absurdity of Pregnancy Rules
Let’s address the absurdity of the so-called “rules” around pregnancy. No lunch meat, they say—no turkey, salami, or ham. Steak must be cooked to perfection! Eggs should be well done, and cookie dough is a big no-no. Unpasteurized anything? Forget it! And don’t even think about raw fish or stinky cheeses like Brie or feta! Listeria! E-coli!
No coffee? No wine? Not a drop! Sure, maybe you can have one cup of coffee, but two? Absolutely not. Why are we so extreme about this? If I have a couple of cups of coffee on a tough day, I won’t die, and neither will my baby. And honestly, I might not even perish from a glass of wine—though as a recovering alcoholic, I’m not counting that.
What if, instead of these ridiculous edicts like “Thou shalt not eat lunch meat for ten months,” we just practiced moderation? Maybe we could think critically about our choices instead of succumbing to hysteria.
Lifting Restrictions
Now, let’s talk about lifting restrictions. “Don’t lift over 25 pounds,” they say, as if I’m a delicate flower! Really? So, if my toddler falls asleep in the car, I’m just supposed to leave her there because I can’t carry her inside? Great idea!
If she throws a tantrum, I’ll just shrug and say, “Sorry, can’t help you! I’m pregnant!” I guess I’ll stop doing housework or moving laundry, right? And I’ll quit my job because standing or sitting too long is off-limits, and I can’t lift anything heavy.
Look, maybe some can afford to “consciously uncouple” from responsibilities, but for those of us in reality, life continues. I won’t be reckless, but I also won’t let fear dictate my life.
Pregnancy is Not a Sign of Weakness
I’m pregnant—NOT BROKEN. Women have been doing this since the dawn of time. They’ve worked, built, and carried through every pregnancy. If they had stopped to say, “Sorry, I can’t because I’m pregnant,” nothing would have ever gotten done!
Yes, we’ve learned a lot, but somewhere along the way, we crossed from reasonable caution into full-blown panic. It’s nonsense. Pregnant women are among the strongest beings on this planet. Stop treating us as if we’re weak or incapable of managing our own lives.
I know when I need help, and I appreciate it when I do. For now, I’m managing just fine. My body knows how to nurture and give birth. I know how to hold and care for my baby, who is a part of me.
Yet, there will always be those who chatter endlessly, telling me what I can and cannot do. I’ll smile and look at my newborn, who understands this truth.
Hey, mama, you’ve got everything you need. You don’t look broken to me.
In five weeks, I will welcome my baby, the perfect little one for me. I already know how to nurture and cherish this child. My body is made for this.
And while I’ll certainly be grateful for guidance when needed, I’m here to say that I’m capable. I can handle this journey.
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Summary
Pregnancy is a natural and strong condition, not a sign of weakness or incapacity. Women have been managing pregnancies for centuries, and it’s time to reject the overly cautious rules and embrace a balanced approach. Pregnant women are powerful, and they should be supported in their journey without being treated as fragile.