The other night I was sitting in my rocking chair without my baby and thought “Man, I kind of wish being pregnant.” A totally abnormal thought because I hated being pregnant.
Granted, I had an easy pregnancy. I found out I was pregnant the day my period should have started because I didn’t have any period symptoms. I never got any morning sickness. I didn’t have any real back pains the entire time.
It was so frustrating though. My goal for 2010 was to lose 5 pounds a week, well, in February, I was pregnant so there went that New Years Resolution, of course Piglet was totally worth it. I was still angry that my clothes weren’t fitting and that PT was getting harder and harder.
I was also exhausted. Not just tired but terribly exhausted. I could barely stay awake for anything. I missed going out to events because I knew I wouldn’t be able to stay awake the whole time.
Once I got more pregnant, I started getting pre-labor contractions and my doctor put me on 4-hour work days which made my boss angry and stressed me out because she was bitching to me. Sorry, I was trying on having a healthy baby boy.
My due date was the 16th of November. Well, that came and went and for everyday he was late, I was scared he was going to grow too big and not fit into any of his clothes. Luckily, he was only 4 days late and weighed only 6 pounds, 11 ounces so his clothes were too big. By the time November hit, my stomach felt huge, I could barely walk. I could barely lean down to put my boots on. Everything was hard. And I was so tired of not being able to see my feet or shave my legs or put my shoes on.
Everything about Piglet was worth it. He’s the most amazing little human in the world and I can’t wait to give him brothers or sisters. I just wish I didn’t have to be pregnant again to do it.