As you know, I’ve tried not to touch too much on this subject out of the fear of something going horribly wrong.
But, even if my worst fears become reality, I will have still been pregnant for the last 19 weeks, and there are a number of things about this experience that have honestly surprised me.
I feel that it is my duty to inform you of them.
Disclaimer: For those of you who still insist on believing that my writings reflect a sad and tortured existence, please know that I am very happy to be on the motherhood journey.
It’s just that spewing rainbows and butterflies is not my style.
1. Morning sickness is exactly like a bad hangover – except with the gift of extrasensory smell and without any of the previous night’s fun or the option to have a morning coffee.
You know what I mean: You open your eyes. After a few moments recovering from the blinding rays of sun, you are confused to see your bedroom since you are clearly rocking on a boat in the middle of the ocean. You sit up. The room begins a frantic spin. You lay back down, throwing the sheets over your head and wondering if you might die.
The only thing that eventually pulls you out of the bed is the strong desire to not have to clean up puke from your bedroom floor.
Etc.
Now add the vomit-inducing ability to smell breakfast cooking in a house a half-mile away.
2. You lose your privacy.
Suddenly, it is other people’s business what you ate for breakfast, how far you ran today, and whether you should carry that laundry basket up the stairs.
I know it is only out of great love and concern, and, truly, I appreciate that.
BUT SERIOUSLY I ATE AS MUCH EGGS AS I COULD BEAR, IT WAS ONLY A COUPLE OF MILES, AND I CAN HANDLE THE 2lb LAUNDRY BASKET.
3. Your boobs expand to ridiculous proportions.
As someone who since fifth grade has bought bras mainly just to fit in with the normally-endowed girls, this is a little overwhelming.
I have had to acquire an entire new wardrobe just to fairly cover them. I still don’t know what I am suppose to do with them when I’m running. And cleavage? Really? What do I do with that?
(I realize that most of you will not understand, but I have never had to consider such things.)
3. You sort of become your 80-year-old grandmother.
Extreme hypochondria, the concern over visiting unfamiliar public areas due to the need to pee every 20 minutes, the complete sacrifice of current fashion for the sake of comfort, the excessive fear of car seats that are too low or of being knocked over by strangers at the mall, the need to discuss all of your bodily functions just to make sure a hospital trip isn’t necessary…
4. Okay, so I theoretically knew this part about pregnancy but omg the baby comes out of there… “naturally?”
Mothers do not get enough props for this accomplishment.
5. It is possible to be even more of a paranoid freak.
A one minute sample of my current internal dialogue:
No one told me that tiramisu has alcohol in it! What? Raw eggs, too?!? Is it normal to have second thoughts about this whole pregnancy thing? Why is my stomach cramping today? Why is my stomach not cramping today? Is it possible for my skin to absorb Windex and poison the baby? I didn’t know this video game included a moving seat! Is this a pasteurised cheese? What if a cat snuck into our backyard last night to use the garden as a litter box while carrying Toxoplasma gondii, and after gardening, I unthinkingly put it my mouth and gave my baby Toxoplasmosis? … and how do I tell this story to my doctor without sounding insane?
6. If you have a rather petite build, there is a stage of pregnancy called “No, really, this is not a ridiculous beer belly.”
It’s awkward. I don’t know what else to say except I am glad that part is over.
7. People will give you lots of advice. Some of it is helpful. Most of it is wrong.
I know people only do it with the best intentions and from the kindliest of motives. That is why I listen, take notes, and immediately check everything said on a legitimate, well-respected pregnancy website.
But please stay away from all pregnancy bulletin boards. There are people crazier than me on there with much more creativity.
8. Breast feeding is a learned skill.
Apparently, both mothers and babies need help figuring this one out.
It has been strongly recommended that I take at least one class (maybe more to be safe) with a lactation expert.
What?!? Isn’t this something that people have been doing like, always, or something? Now we need classes? What has happened to the human race?
Okay, that’s the end of the list.
Now for something completely off topic that I found on the internet recently and wanted to share with you:
Also, the novel writing competition starts tomorrow, and I have no outline or definite plot ideas. So, the novel may end up flowing about as well as the last couple sentences of this post.
Just thought I would practice.
Happy Halloween.