There’s no doubt pregnancy is a beautiful and miraculous thing, and there’s a lot to be said about bringing another life into the world. Yes it’s a magical time, but here’s also moments when you just want to scream “GET OUT OF ME YOU LITTLE SOD!!”
I have to admit, as I’m nearing the end of this pregnancy, I’m feeling quite bittersweet about it. We’ve decided that this will be our second and last baby, so this will (hopefully) be my last pregnancy and, while there’s some things I’ll miss about being pregnant, there’s no denying I also wish I could turn the clock forward a few weeks towards my due date!
Here’s a few things I’ll miss about being pregnant, and some things I definitely won’t…
- Little baby kicks – there’s no nicer feeling for me than feeling my baby wriggling around inside my belly. In those moments, it feels like we’re the only two people in the world and we’re sharing a little moment, especially when the baby responds to our voices. Isla loves kissing my belly and enjoys blowing raspberries on my tummy to get him/her to move, and I love that baby responds to her as well.
- The nice comments – I know it’s a bit egotistical, but people definitely are nicer to you when you’re pregnant and I’ll admit, part of me actually likes the attention sometimes. And people definitely treat you with kid gloves – open doors for you, pick things up off the floor when you drop them (which I’m very grateful for!) and offer to bring you drinks if you’ve (finally) made yourself comfortable and don’t want to move for a while. Nice!
- Knowing you’re bringing a new life into the world – yes it’s soppy, but the miracle of life does amaze me. The growing of a baby and birthing from it fills me with wonder, what our bodies can do to create a new life is incredible.
What won’t I miss? Well….
- The aches and pains – yes, growing a baby is wonderful, but the strain it puts on our bodies is bloody hard. I’ve really struggled with this pregnancy, especially with insomnia, back pain and sickness well past the 20 week mark. Now I’m 34 weeks, I can’t walk far at all before my belly and back start to hurt and I end up sweating like a heaving beast. Which leads me on to…
- Being restricted – bless her, Isla is a really good girl and understands that mummy can’t do certain things because of the baby in her tummy, but I hate not being able to do things with her that I could earlier. For example, I love taking her to the park and swimming, but I can’t do these things on my own as I can’t lift her up or carry her – as I found out a couple of weeks ago when I took her to an adventure playground and she climbed up a slide and got stuck and I couldn’t get her down! Thankfully, another parent came to our rescue, but it frustrated me that I can’t be the parent I want to be to Isla , and won’t be able to for a while as I’ll be on Planet Newborn for a while.
- The lack of sleep – yes, I know I should be getting used to not sleeping well, but juggling working full time (which includes 80 mile round trip of a commute) with an excitable toddler means I’m constantly shattered, yet I’m so uncomfortable with my aforementioned bad back and massive belly that I can’t sleep, plus the multiple trips to the loo all hours of the night. Fun.
- Missing my favourite things – I know it’s only for 9 months, but who can honestly say they don’t miss having a glass of something naughty when they’re pregnant? And yes, without wanting to sound like I have a drink problem, I have missed not being able to have a Pimms or a glass of prosecco in this lovely weather. And I also love desserts like cheesecake and tiramisu, which are both off limits too. Hubs and I have got a bottle of our favourite wine chilling in the fridge ready for when I’m able to drink again!
- The not-so-nice comments – yes, most people have been lovely and have told me how well I’m looking in this pregnancy, but there’s always the odd one comment that makes you feel like shit. “Ooooh yes you’re big all over with this one aren’t you?” was one, “Gosh you look very big and tired today dear” was another. Charming.
But hey, enough of my moaning. It’s all worth it in the end, and I can’t wait to meet our baby. Just wish he’d get a move on…