The creation of life taking place, the pregnancy glow, the "eating for two," --- it is all way too overrated. I hate to be one of those people who complain all the time and I really don't want to be someone who complains about blessings that I have been given, but I can't take it anymore. So dang-it-all, I am going to take a moment to be one of those people I hate - a big fat complainer!
The heartburn, the sleepless nights, the breathlessness, the painful contractions, the sciatica, the crazy emotions, the fact that I can no longer bend over to put on my shoes (at least without extreme difficulty and making a grunting sound), the exhaustion, the inability to complete normal every-day tasks, the fight of finding something to wear . . . -- I just can't take any of it anymore! I am officially a hater of pregnancy. I'm not a hater of the result of pregnancy - just a hater of all the symptoms that go along with it.
I always wondered why delivery doesn't completely horrify most mothers-to-be, and now I know. I am now to that point where I would do ANYTHING, including pushing an 8 lb. child out of my vagina to be done with all this crap. Seriously, women. How do all of you do this more than once? And how do you do it when you have other children to tend to? I definitely have a new-found respect for pregnant women and those who go through it with smiles on their faces.
I'm not so sure I will be able to go through this again (and I'm not even done). My older sister tells me that you kind of forget about the hard part, so when the desire for another little baby comes, it doesn't stop you. Well ladies, I am officially posting the hard part - never to be forgotten. Now I will be able to look back at this and remember how miserable pregnancy really is.
Ok, I will be done now. I will step away from the complaining and hopefully be done with it for a long time. I hope none will take offense to my current bitterness as I do realize that the creation of a child is the greatest power and gift that has been given to man, and I'm pretty sure that once I have that new baby to hold, my bitter heart will be softened.
