…being pregnant, that is.
I know many women who say that they loved being pregnant. I’m not sure if it is just the attention they love, or the feeling of the baby moving inside of them, but whatever it is, I must say that I am not one of these women. I loved feeling her move and grow inside of me, but I much prefer watching her move and grow on the outside. Being able to interact with her will always outweigh wondering what she was doing in my belly. The constant worry of “has she moved enough today?” was enough to drive a person to insanity. Yes, I much prefer her on the outside.
In the past three weeks since having her, I have gone down 25lbs (I gained 35 with her) and I feel amazing. I can walk up stairs without getting winded. I can get up off the couch without help. I can sleep on my back. I do not have constant back pain and gas. The list goes on and on….
So why do women miss being pregnant so much? Am I missing something? I didn’t even have a difficult pregnancy. The doctors even commented a few times on how empty my chart was. I constantly heard “wow, you sure have had it easy!” So what’s my problem? Am I not in tune enough with my inner mother? Should I be worried that I wonder if I’ll ever want to be pregnant again? Or will I eventually forget how uncomfortable pregnancy was and want to do it all over again in a few years? Perhaps I should erase this entry so that I don’t scare myself out of trying for a second one day… hmm….