Before Hubby and I decided to start a family, I remember my mom and aunts (and many other women I knew with children) telling me how much they absolutely *loved* being pregnant. Everything from the pregnant “glow” to nesting was something I should be excited about.
Those of you who had tumultuous pregnancies filled with excessive nausea and early labor/bed rest issues or with a long and painful active labor will think I’m a HUGE baby. I had none of that. I had a smooth pregnancy with relatively little nausea or complications. But I am also exaggerating when I say I “hated” being pregnant. It just wasn’t my favorite state of being.
So, what did I dislike?
- I’ve always been the type of person who likes to push my body. I like to go to the gym and leave drenched in sweat with the knowledge that I got a great workout. I also like to do everything myself, whether moving a chair from one level to another or lifting a heavy suitcase. I know I probably sound crazy to many of you, but I just like to know what my body is capable of and I feel the need to prove that to myself over and over again. Though exercise is encouraged during pregnancy, it is not encouraged to “push” yourself and that drove me nuts.
- I am a foody who particularly enjoys sushi and unpasteurized cheeses like brie and goat cheese. I did not enjoy having to look up everything I wanted to eat to make sure it was safe.
That being said, I know that pregnancy is a gift and every life is *such* a blessing and if I am blessed with another baby, by whatever means (pregnancy or adoption), I will thank God every.single.day for the absolutely enormous honor of being chosen to be that child’s mother. Once Little Man was born, I cherished every moment of the cuddling, nursing, and playing with my baby boy from day one and cannot wait to do all that all over again!