I really make it no secret that I hated being pregnant. I recently read back on a whole bunch of blog entries I made throughout my pregnancy and thought to myself “holy crap, could I have whined any more about it all?” Truthfully, I probably could have found a few more things to whine about, but they all came across as pretty miserable. From the mood swings, the INSANE indigestion I constantly dealt with, the major insomnia, the numerous issues with my doctor’s office, the false and then accurate gestational diabetes results, the migraines that landed me in hospital emergency, the back pain, the feet swelling, the stretchmarks, the high blood pressure, the third trimester nausea, the struggle to find summer clothes that fit during the hottest summer that the city had in years, the feeling like I was missing out on so much because I was pregnant and miserable. All of it made my never ending pregnancy hard to get through. Near the end of it I can remember crying to Eddie saying I never want to go through it again. It became exhausting. Every week was something new to deal with. The only thing I really enjoyed about it was when Hunter started moving round and I could feel him in there. That was pretty phenomenal and made everything so real. The hard times are still so fresh in my mind, but when I see these pictures taken at our maternity shoot that we were forced…I mean…encouraged to do with my sister-in-law, my mind starts to go “well…maybe it wasn’t that bad?”
Moments captured during an insanely hot evening, where I’m pretty sure they had to photoshop sweat lines out from my belly and from under my arms. I remember Sayde saying “one last shot andrea. I know you’re tired but just look over your shoulder a bit and smile.” This smile was as much as I could muster up for her. Of course whenever she said “one last shot” it meant she still had about 10 more she wanted to take. We finally packed it in when the sun went down and it was too dangerous to have an 8 month pregnant woman clambering around the crazy rocks. But it’s these shots that make me second guess everything I wrote in my blog.
But then I say to myself “Wake up Andrea!!! Don’t be fooled by the photo! You DID hate pregnancy!” It goes to show how what we often see in front of us isn’t at all what is going on in that person’s life at all. You can scroll through all of the maternity photos my sister in law took and you would think that I was truly happy with being pregnant. It is all an illusion to fool future mothers to be! There are so many women out there that absolutely loved being pregnant. To the point that right when their baby comes out, they say they want to go through it all again right away. A couple of my mom friends have said this and I just look at them with a “are you crazy???” face. Of course they all had very smooth pregnancies so naturally when something is easy you want to do it again. My pregnancy wasn’t the worst one in comparison to a lot of women out there, like the ones who end up on bed rest for months on end, or have major medical conditions or scares, or even the women who have their sweet baby die in utero after already feeling the movements of their child. I try to keep these women in mind whenever I go to complain about how awful my pregnancy was. I’m sure a lot of them would rather deal with the issues I had than the stressful, terrifying times they dealt with. I truly have nothing to complain about. It doesn’t change that I hated being pregnant though.
There are times when I spend a bit of time questioning whether I am one of those women who was supposed to have a baby because of how much I hated being pregnant. Don’t get me wrong, I love being a mom to our little monster. He is my perfect, sweet little boy. But I didn’t like breastfeeding at all and was more than happy to start him on formula, for ages I struggled to mutter the words “I love you” to him, I don’t openly talk all mushy about my kid, yeah I blast his picture all over social media, but I’m not sappy about it. I have moments where I resent having a baby because I’ve had to sacrifice a lot of my own life for him. But when I feel that way he always does something sweet or adorable that makes me forget about what I’ve lost out on in my old life. I am a realist and know that I like my independence and that sometimes it really sucks that he affects that. But, in saying all of that, a life with our little monster is pretty awesome too. When I pick him up from daycare now he comes running and body slams my legs and hugs them. When he’s upset he comes over to me crying and stretching his chubby little hands up to me because I’m the only person who can make him feel better. He wants me to be with him all the time and if I’m not, he comes running to me and gets my attention and then points to where he wants to go as a way to get me to come with him. When I start following him he gets so excited he squeals and gasps with excitement and runs ahead of me to show me whatever he thinks is awesome at that time. When he’s tired he rests his head on my shoulder and will play with the neckline of my shirt. It’s only for a few seconds, but it’s the sweetest thing ever. I see other moms conquering the world with their multiple kids on social media and often think that these women are super heroes. Stay home moms or full time working moms, both are amazing and seem to totally have their shit together. This falls in line with my statement above about how a picture can be deceiving and create an illusion about how a moment or life truly is for a family. That one smile and cute moment a mom captured of her child while in the bath might have fallen in the middle of a day where the mother feels like she’s falling apart at the seams, sitting there trying not to fall asleep by the bath tub, or stressing about how she’s going to find the energy to make dinner, do dishes, go to the grocery store, meal prep for the next day, do chores, etc all before trying to go to bed herself. But it’s the one cute moment that made mom-ing the most valuable thing in the world for that split moment. It comforts me knowing that not a single mother out there truly has all of her shit together. We are all hot messes and going through parenting life blindly. If I’m having a rough day, one of my go-to things to do is go back to my phone and watch videos I’ve recorded of our monster. It is an instant pick-me-up. I know even my family members do this as my mom or sister will occasionally send me older photos of Hunter that they had found while obviously searching for something that would make them smile. It’s all pretty incredible.
But I still don’t ever want to be pregnant again LOL.