When I was first pregnant, I looked at women who were showing and I envied them. They were so close to the end and I wanted to be done already. I am now two weeks away from having my baby and I know some women who are newly pregnant. I guess being pregnant isn't technically a misfortune, but the symptoms are. When I look at these women I'm so happy I'm not them. Does this make me a normal nine-month pregnant person or does it make me terrible?
I just was never the type who basked in the glow of pregnancy. I just don't like the whole experience. I think it's uncomfortable to have people stare at my body. I think the clothes are corny. I hate my huge boobs and my now outie belly button. I'm like Jo Polniaczek from The Facts of Life, but instead of bitterly riding in a motorcycle, I bitchily waddle in with a baby bump.
I had this problem a lot with my daughter after she was born. When she was 6-weeks-old, I wished she was 6-months-old. All of those moms with 6-month-olds really had it down. Then when my daughter was finally that old, I looked at moms with newborns and thought, "boy, I'm so happy I'm over that stage." Then I'd see the 1-year-olds walking. Ahh, the freedom! When my kid could finally walk, I'd look at moms chasing around their klutzy crawlers and I was not envious.
Once my daughter turned about two, I was finally satisfied. I became more of a Tootie Ramsey. I was happily roller skating around with pigtails and had braces that never seemed to bug me. Then I got pregnant again and in a TV minute, I'm back to being Jo.
I know that other people feel this way. I see the pregnant women at pre-school look at me, longing for a bump my size. Some even tell me, "Ugh. I'm so jealous you are so far along." I see the moms with newborns and they are so happy they don't have this bump. They complain about how hard it is to have a newborn, but trust me, as they watch me unsuccessfully try to hide my acid reflux they feel better.
I wonder sometimes if I'll look back at this time and miss it. I really don't think so though. When I look back at my last pregnancy, I think about how I hated that, too. I, of course, loved the result so much I did it again, but I was never nostalgic for the physical state. In two weeks I cannot wait to say, "Good riddance to pregnancy. See you never."
Are you jealous of women who are closer to birth than you are? Or do you love being pregnant?
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