This pregnancy has been harder, more painful and (by the way I am feeling these days), I suspect it’s going to be a lot bigger. Seriously, how do three pounds of weight gain look and feel like thirty?! I am almost sixteen weeks along and most days I wonder if I will make it to the end in one piece. Sixteen weeks! I used to joke that my next pregnancy would be a nightmare because I had it so easy the first time and now it’s coming true!
In all seriousness though, it hasn’t been a nightmare. Just noticeably different. When people ask me how I am, I feel guilty complaining (even just a little) because I want this more than anything in the world and all the pain, nausea and fatigue is worth it. It really is.
I was hoping, however, that people would stop offering their unsolicited advice this time around. Because I already know how much having a baby can change your life. But apparently I don’t know how having two can, specifically two under the age of two. Why do people feel the need to tell me that, focusing only on the negative? Obviously it’s going to be harder, but isn’t it worth it? It’s kind of ridiculous right? But these are the same people who ask me when I have the time to paint my nails, read books and straighten my hair. I had a baby people, I didn’t die 😉
These little annoyances don’t make me love being pregnant any less though. If anything pregnancy, with all of its stuff, reminds me just how incredible us women are, specifically our bodies. I’m proud of my body for keeping up with the demands of carrying a baby and day-to-day-life. I’m just really proud to be a woman. We are amazing.