I know plenty of women who love everything about pregnancy. They love shopping for maternity clothes, they enjoy seeing their bellies grow and they chart every step of the process—I am NOT one of those women. Pregnancy tends to make me cranky and a bit resentful of men—well, my husband.
For me, this pregnancy is especially difficult. It’s partly my fault-- I wasn’t in the best shape when I took the plunge and I also waited until I was 40-years-old to get pregnant for the second time. BIG mistake! Hollywood tends to glamorize older mothers but I’m here to tell you I’d rather be a 40-year-old virgin than 40 and pregnant. Of course, being pregnant with twins makes it all a bit more difficult.
I’ve got a varicose vein running from my groin to my calf. I have crops of spider veins the size of baseballs. I have chronic nasal stuffiness, back pain, exhaustion, constipation and a host of other issues I’m sure you don’t want to read about.
The worst part about feeling this way—everyone else seems to enjoy being pregnant—or at least that’s what they say. So, is it just me? Could I be the only one out there who just can’t stand what happens to my body and mind during these 10 months? Yes, they call it 9 but it’s really 10 months.
Yes, yes, I know pregnancy is a miracle and all that but I think different experiences lead to different feelings about pregnancy. I have good days and bad days but lately I just want to get it over with.
To me, pregnancy is kind of like going to the gym—I don’t want to do it but to get an amazing end result you have to go through the process: Blood, sweat and a lot of tears.
