“You wanted this” that phrase used to make me fume. The hubby2b would use it whenever I complained about pregnancy. I wanted a baby, I didn’t want all this that came with being pregnant. Truth is I didn’t quite realise what I was getting myself into. It wasn’t all fun cravings, excuses for being lazy and glowing skin like I expected. There’s a lot they don’t tell you about being pregnant.
Or in my case “OMG I’m gonna puke” runs to the toilet in a rather dramatic fashion, only to spend the next 5 minutes hung over the loo, wretching and heaving but no sick. Give up, walk back to where you were originally only to repeat 2 minutes later.
Morning sickness Pt.2
Who named it? Forget the ‘morning’ it should be called every moment from the second you wake until you finally fall asleep sickness. But maybe that doesn’t have the same ring to it.
So during the so wonderfully named ‘morning sickness’ stage, I couldn’t eat anything remotely tasty. If it’s wasn’t plain and boring, you could guarantee it would make me heave. I basically lived off unseasoned chicken breast and oven chips for 4 months.
Not all aversions were just things I couldn’t eat. I couldn’t even think, touch or look at some foods without doing that glorious run to the loo. And you can imagine with me working in food retail, I got the best tuts and eye rolls as I diva-ishly told my colleagues they would simply have to put that box of cheese on the shelf for me. And still to this day I can’t eat feta.
Lack of sleep
If it isn’t the uncomfort of a beach ball inside you that’s keeping you awake, it’s the heartburn, constant need to pee, or anxiety of ‘what if my baby doesn’t like the colour that I’ve painted the nursery?’
Lack of sleep Pt.2
So as if the lack of sleep wasn’t bad enough, you’re now at work, looking exceptionally tired, and a smug mother to teenagers is telling you “it’s all practice, you’ll never sleep again” shut up Sandra, pay for your toilet roll before I take it off you and use it to make a bed behind this counter.
The Mental load
I use this phrase because you basically go mental. There’s so much to do, to plan, to clean, to buy, to prepare. When I first hit the nesting stage I wrote a list. Sounds normal? I wrote a list of all the list I needed to write and each list had at least 2 sub-lists within it.
The Heavy load
All those times you couldn’t be bothered in work, and now you actually just want to get on with it, just to take your mind of that list that needed rewriting, and no one will let you. “Don’t lift that”… if by ‘that’ you mean this clenched fist, then let me get on with my job and I won’t lift it into your face.
The Mood Swings
I was convinced during my pregnancy that I was lucky not to be having any mood swings… reading back on this post, I may have been wrong.
You spend so long hating pregnancy it’s hard to see the end. But that little baby arrives, and it all disappears like magic. No more sickness, any food will do, the heartburn… gone, just like that. And as for that never sleeping again Sandra, yes, the baby may want night feeds and occasionally wake for a cuddle, but I still sleep a million times better now than I did when pregnant.