There is a scenario that continues to find its way into my life almost daily, in which a strange person notices that I am pregnant. In which this person says something to the effect of “Oh, I loooooooooved being pregnant”. In which I ask her what meds she is on.
Somebody ought to bottle the selective amnesia that overtakes a woman post-partum and market it to the tired, bloated masses that are currently with child. That way, we could joyfully dress in the morning without minding that we look like Veruca Salt (*Edit* It’s been called to my pregnant attention that Violet Beauregard was indeed the brat who turned into a blueberry. I’m leaving the reference to Veruca up, however, because I am feeling rather like a spoiled child bent on making everyone else make up for my current misery.)
Not that I’ve anything against blueberries; I would simply rather eat one than resemble one. Also, I was not previously aware that blueberries had cellulite. Nor did I know that my bosom was to turn into an odyssey worthy of the cover story in National Geographic’s September magazine. This pregnancy really is teaching me something new every day!
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hankypanky4me // August 18, 2008 at 7:58 pm |
Well I loved to be preggers. I hate to comment that but it is true. I love the attention and feeling as if I was doing something wonderful. But I can identify w/ you!–Lollie
bewilderedhousewife // August 18, 2008 at 8:05 pm |
All kidding aside, I think it’s great when a woman LOVES being pregnant. I always thought I’d be one of them, but unfortunately, not so. I do know that we are doing something wonderful, miraculous and amazing – and I’m also grateful that it only last nine (ten) months!
BHW
westwardbound // August 22, 2008 at 1:18 pm |
For me there’s a certain freedom in letting go of a lot of body image issues while I’m pregnant, which I certainly enjoy. Too tired to workout? That’s ok–I’m making a baby! Want a cookie? Go for it without guilt! Etc.
And there can be a few months of feeling good, having fun wearing cute new maternity clothes, etc. sandwhiched between the nausea and the utter DISASTER that is the last month or two.
I just try to remember that it’s a very limited time over the course of my whole life. Doesn’t help at 3 am, though.
Love the image of big-busted blueberries with cellulite. Should be our mascot.
TheDomina // August 23, 2008 at 1:21 pm |
Having never been pregnant, I imagine this is also the time you start eye-ing up those adorable “only look pregnant from the front” supermodel types with a mix of horror, wonder, and disdain.
jax // September 4, 2008 at 5:03 pm |
erm, not to be an internet dweeb, but i think you mean violet beauregard (however THAT’s spelled), she’s the one who turned into a blueberry. veruca was the spoiled one who wanted all the toys…not that that doesn’t apply to certain pregnancies too.
bewilderedhousewife // September 4, 2008 at 5:09 pm |
Dammit. Thanks Jax. The only toy I want is the one that removes my child’s foot from my cervix.