Today I am thankful for:
The way my body responds to pregnancy.
I hesitate to write this post, because it’s a touchy subject for a lot of people. Many women have rough pregnancies (sickness! bloat! weight gain! general malaise!) and many try to bring other gestaters down with them (“UGH wait until you get to the terrible XYZ stage!”). Or worse- they make happy pregnant people feel BAD about having “easy” pregnancies.
Well, those Negative Nancies can take a hike. It took a miscarriage and 2 years to get here, and I’m not going to feel bad about it. I enjoy being pregnant.
There. I feel better.
I have had a very, very easy pregnancy (let’s all knock on wood for me right now, pleaseandthanks). My “morning sickness” was very short lived. I’ve been mindful of what I eat—for the most part— and my activity levels, so I’m on the lower end of the average weight-gain spectrum. Not much swelling. Energy level is average. Every measurement and milestone is right on the money. I feel good. A little round, not quite as mobile, but relatively good.
It’s not always sunshine and roses— I mean, I really miss regular jeans. And not peeing every 30 minutes. And booze. There are plenty of not-so-great things. But they are vastly outweighed by the amazing ones.
Pregnancy perks are many- random strangers help me load the dog food into my car at the store. People smile at you for no reason. At parties/outings I get to sit and hang while my friends prepare food/clean up. I get showered with compliments for driving their drunk asses around. NO HANGOVERS. And y’all… baby kicks/flips are magical. MAGICAL.
Of course, this all could change at any time. It’s a fickle state. But after 30 weeks, I’m very thankful for my pleasant experience harvesting this tiny person.
To all you future-planets: don’t worry about what everyone says. It is possible to not hate carrying a watermelon.
