It’s been a long time since I’ve blogged. I blame it on the fact that I have been pregnant, and that so far for me the word “pregnant” has been synonymous with feeling miserably ill. The fact that I am pregnant, of course, is not miserable. That is very exciting and exactly what Jordan and I wanted. I just wasn’t expecting the sickness part of pregnancy to feel quite so, well, sick.
I’ve had a few better days lately. Better enough to allow for real reading and, most importantly, writing. I thought it would be nice to check in on my blog.
Being pregnant has been both fascinating and odd for me. I guess I’m used to keeping most things about my body fairly private, but pregnancy makes your body suddenly very public. The expansion of your stomach, the pallor of your face when you’re fighting off nausea, the involuntary teenage-boy-worthy belches. It’s all there for everyone to notice, and to comment on. It can be freeing, actually, but it can also lead to some pretty weird moments.
I’m just barely into my 2nd trimester, so I’m guessing I’ll have many more interesting encounters to pull from as the months go on, but here are just a few of the quirks–both good and weird–I’ve noticed about the “public life” of a pregnant woman:
- There’s something about you being in the process of bringing a new life into the world that makes even strangers genuinely–sometimes giddily–happy for you.
- Before you even start announcing your pregnancy there will be women who have been pregnant themselves who will pick up on the signs and will find you out.
- Some people–and nice people too–have no qualms about openly pooh-poohing how sick you are feeling because it is “just pregnancy,” or “you should just be grateful to be pregnant,” or maybe their own pregnancies were not as hard.
- When you meet another woman who is or has been genuinely ill during their pregnancy, it’s like having an immediate best friend. Like you’re both part of a club of commiseration and caring.
- A lot of people will joke that the pregnancy is “the man’s fault,” which has been weird for me because, at least in our situation, I clearly remember both of us having pretty much an equal share in the process.
- Lastly for today, but not leastly–and maybe this is just my experience because I’ve been lucky enough to surround myself with some pretty wonderful people–friends and family really come out of the woodwork to be supportive and helpful. At those moments when my cheerfulness has faded and I’ve just been exhausted and sick and crying, there’s almost always been someone that has reached out to me without even knowing I needed it just then. And so many people have offered their help that I know I’ve always got someone I can turn to.
Overall, I feel pretty grateful to be able to experience this part of life, even though some days I can’t help balking at just how many more months of this pregnancy thing I’ve got to go through before our real reward comes. But come it will, and I’m so excited.