- A roller coaster of emotions that you have absolutely no control over.
- Never sleeping through the night again & discovering a new level of exhaustion.
- Pain. In your hips, your head, your back, your knees, your feet, your heels, your neck, your stomach muscles, your uterus muscles, your boobs, your pelvis – everywhere. At one point or another.
- Being fed up of something, pretty much all the time.
- Learning to love Gaviscon.
- Eating more healthily than you ever have before.
- Catching yourself feeling like a 5 year old on Christmas Eve waiting for Santa on a regular basis. (Then furiously touching wood the baby won’t actually come early!)
- Reaching 9 months & wishing the baby would come early so this will end.
- Crying at TV adverts. Crying at arguments. Crying because you’re happy. Crying & not knowing why.
- Looking at newborn clothes & feeling a mixture of fear & excitement – I’ll be left in charge of something this small?!
- Suddenly becoming public property to friends, family, colleagues & strangers alike. You no longer are entitled to personal space. Your stomach is no longer your own
- The comfort of feeling your baby move, letting you know he’s still there & well.
- Feeling like Segawni Weaver in Alien on multiple occasions.
- Being fat.
- Hating being fat. (Then feeling guilty for hating the way your baby makes you look.)
- Worrying about something pretty much all the time.
- Eating something your not supposed to, realising & not knowing whether to spit it out or just enjoy the moment. (And of course, feeling guilty about it.)
- Not allowing your other half to have the heating on even in the dead of winter because you’re so hot – all the time.
- Being utterly irrational 90% of the time.
- Looking at your bank account after just one month of pregnancy & realising how much you usually spend on alcohol.
- Looking at your bank account after three months of pregnancy & realising how much you must usually spend on clothes.
- Looking at your bank account after you’ve bought all the baby stuff & realising you’ll probably never be able to afford to buy new clothes again.
- Having the same conversation at least twice a day most days:
– how are you?
– when are you due?
– do you know if it’s a boy or a girl?
- Having every woman you know insist on sharing their personal birth horror story. (Why?!?!)
- Living in a world without caffeine. It’s just wrong.
- Reading more books than could possibly be useful on the subject of pregnancy, babies & parenting.
- Having an irrational urge to punch your other half almost every time they speak – ‘What do you mean you forgot biscuits!? Have you lost your mind?! Did an alien land their UFO in front of you & ask directions on your way home?! What possible excuse is there for this madness!
- Loving your other half & needing them more than ever.
And finally, for me, pregnancy is over.
I’ll post more once we’re home from the hospital & things have settled down. But all is well with Mama, Daddy & Baby. Who was pink, not blue, by the way! Bump never fails to surprise us.