Wednesday, March 21, 2012

Why I Love Being Pregnant

I don't want to come off as gushing here, but I do love being pregnant. The beginning wasn't fun, and I'm  expecting (based on stories I've heard) that the end won't be fun either. I wanted to write this post to share with others while I'm still in the "awesome" stage of pregnancy, because I'm already a few weeks into the third trimester. I'm told that any day now I will be DONE with pregnancy and want "it" out. So let's enjoy the happy moment while it lasts, shall we?

I love being pregnant. I love that this huge miracle is going on within my body. Although I can't actually see what is going on there, it's so fun to read about what is going on with the baby every day. It's like I'm getting insights into the progress of the big mystery, rather than wait until the end of the 40 weeks to see the result. Also known as, THE BABY.

I love feeling the baby move inside of me. I have loved this since the very first time I noticed it. I was driving to work while enjoying my morning OJ (yes, the stuff that makes babies go crazy) when I started feeling a tap in my stomach. It was bizarre! I started bawling my eyes out while driving 65 mph. I can't explain how intense it was. I had known that I was pregnant for weeks, yes. I had seen ultrasound pictures. I had heard the heartbeat. But the baby was REALLY inside of me now! I had been waiting for it to register in my head (my husband thought I was nuts) for weeks, and this did the trick. It was amazing. This little person was moving around, growing inside of me. Beautiful. I had to call my husband immediately and tell him all about it. Luckily my initial thoughts of the feeling related to him well, as he is a musician. It felt like someone tapping on a microphone while you're in the crowd. That dull vibration that hits your whole body? Well that's what I felt, but in a very small and focused part of my belly. I loved it. Of course in the weeks since, the movements of the baby feel much different. Sean was able to feel the movements about 6 weeks later, and he was so sad that he couldn't feel it when I could. We have been able to actually see the baby move for a couple of months.

Being pregnant makes boring and stressful times more bearable. Someone is screaming at me, and you know what, I don't really care. I have a little bundle of joy swimming around right beneath my hand. I'm yawning my head off in a meeting (yay exhaustion) and can't keep my eyes open, until the baby wakes up and starts moving around. Now I'm smiling and/or giggling. The small things don't bother me so much now, because something huge is going on in my life. This baby gives me a positive focal point, and I've loved educating myself about pregnancy, child birth, breastfeeding, babies, mothering, diapers, etc. 

I love how my husband looks at me. Now to be clear, I've always loved how my husband looks at me. There is no doubt when he looks at me that he loves me, and I cherish that. But now that we are pregnant, WOW. He has this new sparkle in his eyes, a new sense of pride, and a definite look of excitement. I've known for years that he would love being a father, and that he was looking forward to it. But having it become a reality has really shown me how much it means to him. Learning, planning, dreaming, all of that is so much fun to do with him. We are both so excited for this new adventure!

I feel beautiful. I don't know why. I have this new sense of awareness, related to being a woman and being able to harbor this little miracle. Apparently I am glowing. A lot of it probably has to do with my positive attitude lately, as I'm generally very happy and usually smiling since becoming pregnant.

I love that I don't have to suck in anymore. It's okay to have a belly now, healthy even! Not that I was huge, but I wasn't a skinny girl. Having to suck in your belly (yes, you know what I'm talking about, don't act like you don't do it) is kind of exhausting, and it's awesome when you don't have to anymore! Maternity pants? I might continue to wear them until it's acceptable to wear a mumu all of the time .

Now for the bad stuff… so that I don't sound like a complete liar by saying that pregnancy is always awesome. Morning sickness sucked, I was miserable from weeks 6-12. I was exhausted and felt sick from morning til night, oh and through the night as well. I would sit at work, nursing a cup of hot water and ground ginger while snacking on Saltines, just counting the hours until I could leave. It was miserable. I learned several ways to reduce the symptoms (thank goodness) but it was still miserable.

The crazy breast swelling wasn't fun (well at least not for me). Tons of pain in the first trimester, had to wear a sports bra at all times to help minimize it. Sleeping in a sports bra, not so fun. But hey, it worked! Walking hurt less, stairs hurt less, even breathing hurt less with the help of a sports bra. It was amazing!

 Since about week 12 I haven't been able to sleep more than two hours at a time. My hips are hurting so much that I have to switch sides (I stopped sleeping on my back at 3 months rather than 4 to be prepared for the cut-off date… better safe than sorry!) every couple of hours, so I haven't slept long. Now when people ask about my sleep and I tell them this, they feel bad for me. My response? I'm getting used to not sleeping through the night, I better get used to it. That's life for the next few years. Right? Hey, might as well get used to it now, and not when I have a little munchkin relying on me being alert and able to function. Interested in more information on the lack of sleep that comes along with children? Check out this blog entry from a fellow blogger.

Fatigue. Bad. The first trimester, and it has started to come back again for the third. I must say here though, that I couldn't have made it without my husband. He is awesome and he has picked up a lot of slack at home, and took care of me very well. He was a life saver, and I will always remember how much his help and support meant in those tough weeks. If women have an issue with this, a book Sean bought seemed to help him understand what I was going through, and that I wasn't just whining all of the time. The book is named The Expectant Father by Armin A. Brott and Jennifer Ash.   

Acne. Everywhere. Worse than in my teen years. That's all I want to say about that. Yuck.

Back pain. Yup, it has started in the last couple of weeks. Honestly, I'm thrilled that my back has held up as well as it has. If you know me well, you know about my bad back and my back surgery a few years ago. I was afraid that I would be on bed rest halfway through my pregnancy because of my back, but I'm doing very well so far! Knock on wood.

All in all, I really do love being pregnant. I'm part of an online mommy-to-be group, which has also helped me a lot. In the beginning of our pregnancies, we were this big group of excited mommies. After a few days, women started saying good-bye because they had miscarried. It was awful. So sad. I would cry every day reading the pain of these women as they lost their little one. It made me feel so lucky. Even on the worst day of dry-heaving over the toilet, I was still grateful that I was even experiencing that horrible feeling of nausea. Because you know what? Feeling like hell for 6 weeks is worth that little baby that will soon come. Remembering all of those women (and those in the group that continue to have issues) makes me feel grateful for each moment I have in this pregnancy.

When someone asks how I am doing, sometimes they seem annoyed that I'm so positive in my responses. I don’t understand why, but they do. Like, "You're having a good pregnancy!?! Mine was hell!!" My pregnancy is easy in my opinion, but it may also be my frame of mind that makes it seem so easy. I'm grateful for every moment of it. The good and the bad. But of course, holding our baby in my arms for the first time will leave no question in my mind that this was worth it. Oh, and yes, I'm already looking forward to being pregnant again…


  1. That was beautiful honey. You should have been an author. I can't wait to hold my new grandchild.

    1. Aww! Thanks mom! I can't wait for you to hold your new grandchild too! :)