EDITED TO ADD, FOR INQUIRING MINDS:
1. My official due date is August 16. Garrett and Laura were both 2 weeks early. This baby WILL also come 2 weeks early, or she is out of the will.
2. I WILL post a new blog later today.
3. The link to the "falling in someone else's vomit at the mall" story is HERE. It's one of my favorites, by the way.
My husband does not at all understand the love / hate relationship I have with pregnancy.
A common conversation theme around here for the last 35 weeks?
Seth: "For as much as you LOOOOOVE being pregnant, you sure complain a lot".
Stacey: *cries*
Women who've given birth, help me out here! Tell him (and me?) that I'm not the only one!
First, to get the negative out of the way, here are my Top Ten Miserable Things About Pregnancy:
1. The worrying. Constantly. About weird, bizarre things that will never, ever happen - probably. I hope.
2. New stretch marks to match the old ones.
3. Being itchy. Please scratch my belly.
4. Losing my independence: the inability to shave my legs (and other crucial body parts), trim and polish my own toenails, tie my own shoes (I *heart* flip-flops), or roll over in bed without waking the entire family (heave-HO).
5. Having to speak in short sentences, due to the baby crunching my lung space.
6. The constant trips to the bathroom (especially at night), and having no, um, bladder muscle tone left, if you get my drift.
7. My unquenchable thirst for orange juice, and the raging heartburn that follows.
8. The shooting pains in my crotch and thighs every time the baby gets jiggy with it on my bladder / cervix. Which is pretty much every time she moves.
9. The constant, though mild, nausea. Pretty much every taste, smell, and sound makes me ever so slightly nauseated. Please tell my husband to QUIT WITH THE LOUD BREATHING.
10. The uncontrollable gag reflex - set off mostly by weird smells and brushing my teeth.
11. Okay, I couldn't stop at ten...the exhaustion / insomnia combo (wtf???), the back pain, the new veins and blood vessels appearing in places they should not be seen, and the foot swelling.
12. Ooh, just one more. Knocking things over with my belly. Laura and Garrett may have permanent damage from being rammed in the head with my gigantic tummy.
BUT. Despite all these things to complain about, and I'm sure there's more, I LOVE being pregnant. Here's my Top Ten Things To Love About Pregnancy.
1. Not having to feel fat, at least in the way I usually do. Sure, I'm big and awkward, but pregnancy is the only time in my life that I haven't spent all day sucking in my stomach (which doesn't help anyway). It is incredibly freeing.
2. Eating without guilt. I have probably eaten more junk than I should have, but I have also had cravings for strawberries, grapes, orange juice and spinach, so I figure it all balances out. And my weight has stayed in check (I've still only gained 15 pounds). Again, a very freeing experience.
3. Frappucinos after every OB visit. Ooh, and sometimes a donut too. Hell, it's not my fault that they put the Krispy Kreme so close to the Starbucks.
4. While I don't enjoy watching the scale creep up and the fat stores develop on my arms and thighs, I adore feeling and looking at my big, round tummy! It amazes me what the body can do.
5. Feeling my baby move. The first little flutters, then the strong and swift kicks, and now the huge, strange, rolling sensations that make my belly look like a volcano. The feeling is so reassuring, and it's just so bizarre and miraculous all at the same time. It's what I will miss the most after delivery.
6. The anticipation! Right from the beginning, pregnancy is full of excitement. I love those first few weeks of new pregnancy. Then, I can't wait to start "showing". And now, all I can think about is what this labor might be like, what Delaney will look like, and the role she will take on in our little family. While delivery day is an incredible experience, it's always like the day after Christmas, multiplied by about one hundred. The anticipation is over, and the work begins.
7. The attention / special treatment. Who wouldn't love that? People admire your tummy, tell you how wonderful you look (who CARES if they are lying?), buy you gifts, and call you just to check on you. People offer help, bring you food, and your husband might massage your feet. People offer to carry things for you, and open doors for you (UNLESS YOU ARE AT THE MALL. I HATE THE MALL. HAVE I MENTIONED THAT EVER?) After the delivery, the gifts stop, the foot rubs are a thing of the past, and nobody dares volunteer to babysit your THREE children for the day.
8. Shopping! For TINY things! For NEW things! SO MANY CUTE, SWEET, BEAUTIFUL, NECESSARY THINGS. Since I am married to my (very cranky) accountant, I should probably stop right there. You get the idea.
9. "I'm pregnant." is the perfect excuse for everything. You want to go to the park all day with the kids? No, it's too hot - I'm pregnant. Could you help unload the new grill? I'd love to, but I'm pregnant. The bathtubs are so dirty. I'd love to clean them, but my belly is too big - I'M PREGNANT.
10. Big, comfortable, stretchy, ugly, granny panties that come up to meet my big, stretchy, non-underwire bra. Ahhhhhh. Undergarment heaven.
1. My official due date is August 16. Garrett and Laura were both 2 weeks early. This baby WILL also come 2 weeks early, or she is out of the will.
2. I WILL post a new blog later today.
3. The link to the "falling in someone else's vomit at the mall" story is HERE. It's one of my favorites, by the way.
My husband does not at all understand the love / hate relationship I have with pregnancy.
A common conversation theme around here for the last 35 weeks?
Seth: "For as much as you LOOOOOVE being pregnant, you sure complain a lot".
Stacey: *cries*
Women who've given birth, help me out here! Tell him (and me?) that I'm not the only one!
First, to get the negative out of the way, here are my Top Ten Miserable Things About Pregnancy:
1. The worrying. Constantly. About weird, bizarre things that will never, ever happen - probably. I hope.
2. New stretch marks to match the old ones.
3. Being itchy. Please scratch my belly.
4. Losing my independence: the inability to shave my legs (and other crucial body parts), trim and polish my own toenails, tie my own shoes (I *heart* flip-flops), or roll over in bed without waking the entire family (heave-HO).
5. Having to speak in short sentences, due to the baby crunching my lung space.
6. The constant trips to the bathroom (especially at night), and having no, um, bladder muscle tone left, if you get my drift.
7. My unquenchable thirst for orange juice, and the raging heartburn that follows.
8. The shooting pains in my crotch and thighs every time the baby gets jiggy with it on my bladder / cervix. Which is pretty much every time she moves.
9. The constant, though mild, nausea. Pretty much every taste, smell, and sound makes me ever so slightly nauseated. Please tell my husband to QUIT WITH THE LOUD BREATHING.
10. The uncontrollable gag reflex - set off mostly by weird smells and brushing my teeth.
11. Okay, I couldn't stop at ten...the exhaustion / insomnia combo (wtf???), the back pain, the new veins and blood vessels appearing in places they should not be seen, and the foot swelling.
12. Ooh, just one more. Knocking things over with my belly. Laura and Garrett may have permanent damage from being rammed in the head with my gigantic tummy.
BUT. Despite all these things to complain about, and I'm sure there's more, I LOVE being pregnant. Here's my Top Ten Things To Love About Pregnancy.
1. Not having to feel fat, at least in the way I usually do. Sure, I'm big and awkward, but pregnancy is the only time in my life that I haven't spent all day sucking in my stomach (which doesn't help anyway). It is incredibly freeing.
2. Eating without guilt. I have probably eaten more junk than I should have, but I have also had cravings for strawberries, grapes, orange juice and spinach, so I figure it all balances out. And my weight has stayed in check (I've still only gained 15 pounds). Again, a very freeing experience.
3. Frappucinos after every OB visit. Ooh, and sometimes a donut too. Hell, it's not my fault that they put the Krispy Kreme so close to the Starbucks.
4. While I don't enjoy watching the scale creep up and the fat stores develop on my arms and thighs, I adore feeling and looking at my big, round tummy! It amazes me what the body can do.
5. Feeling my baby move. The first little flutters, then the strong and swift kicks, and now the huge, strange, rolling sensations that make my belly look like a volcano. The feeling is so reassuring, and it's just so bizarre and miraculous all at the same time. It's what I will miss the most after delivery.
6. The anticipation! Right from the beginning, pregnancy is full of excitement. I love those first few weeks of new pregnancy. Then, I can't wait to start "showing". And now, all I can think about is what this labor might be like, what Delaney will look like, and the role she will take on in our little family. While delivery day is an incredible experience, it's always like the day after Christmas, multiplied by about one hundred. The anticipation is over, and the work begins.
7. The attention / special treatment. Who wouldn't love that? People admire your tummy, tell you how wonderful you look (who CARES if they are lying?), buy you gifts, and call you just to check on you. People offer help, bring you food, and your husband might massage your feet. People offer to carry things for you, and open doors for you (UNLESS YOU ARE AT THE MALL. I HATE THE MALL. HAVE I MENTIONED THAT EVER?) After the delivery, the gifts stop, the foot rubs are a thing of the past, and nobody dares volunteer to babysit your THREE children for the day.
8. Shopping! For TINY things! For NEW things! SO MANY CUTE, SWEET, BEAUTIFUL, NECESSARY THINGS. Since I am married to my (very cranky) accountant, I should probably stop right there. You get the idea.
9. "I'm pregnant." is the perfect excuse for everything. You want to go to the park all day with the kids? No, it's too hot - I'm pregnant. Could you help unload the new grill? I'd love to, but I'm pregnant. The bathtubs are so dirty. I'd love to clean them, but my belly is too big - I'M PREGNANT.
10. Big, comfortable, stretchy, ugly, granny panties that come up to meet my big, stretchy, non-underwire bra. Ahhhhhh. Undergarment heaven.
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10 Comments:
All of this is SO true! The loves and the hates.
Thanks for reminding me about it, it was such a joyous yet pitiful time!
Can't believe you are almost done. When are you due?
Stacey, you are just too funny! While I'm not looking forward to all of the bad things, it's the good things and the end result that keeps me trying. I can't believe how fast it seems (to me) that your pregnancy has gone by.
Great lists! I felt the same way about both of my pregnancies. In fact, my very favorite thing about being pregnant was when I first started showing. I loved to show off my new belly and start wearing maternity clothes...of course, that got old quick. :) I also craved orange juice---anything orange, actually, including Cheetos. Mmmmmmm.
Yes, remind us again of your due date. August what?
I could have written most of this post! I too love and hate pregnancy. But am sure I am done!
I couldn't agree with you more on your love/hate relationship with baking babies!!
I 200% agree with everything you said! I loved being pregnant, but the pains and swelling and all that crap sucks!
Yes, it's true. But even if you had 200 things you hated about being pregnant, they all get vetoed by the simple fact that you are pregnant. You are created another human being in there. It really is just such a miracle and amazes me so much. Men think we make up some of the bad but we don't. There are many bad things about pregnancy just like there are many bad things about parenthood just like there are many bad things about marriage but they are all worth it, now aren't they.
You hit the nail on the head with all of it!! How nice of you to help me relive pregnancy for ten minutes, minus all of the miserable childbirth stuff!
And our husbands will seriously never understand. It is nice when they try though.
So true. One of the loves is the reward at the end. Holding that sweet tiny baby. Then it turns into a 6 year old whiny hiney. Anyway...that is a blog for me to write. I can't believe how fast this has gone by and I can't wait to meet Miss Delaney.
When I was pregnant with my fourth, I told everyone I probably would deliver 2-3 weeks early because all 3 of my other children were early. Another mom told me that she went later with her 3rd and I wanted to strangle her. I thought it was impossible. Then, lo and behold, my son was born AFTER his due date. ARGH!
I'm not helping, am I?
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