A Pregnant Pause

After about 30 weeks, I absolutely hated being pregnant with a fiery passion.  I was in misery every minute.  When I wasn't peeing, I was eating.  When I wasn't eating, I was sleeping.  Or crying, or complaining, or hiccuping.  Or I was being assaulted from the inside with the biggest baby foot I ever did see.

But now, I am really missing being pregnant.

Even in the beginning, I wasn't exactly crazy about the process of being pregnant.  I never got sick, even though I had mild nausea.  I was very healthy for the entire pregnancy; no gestational diabetes, no Braxton Hicks, no high blood pressure, and I gained very little weight (only 13 lbs total).  I really had nothing to complain about, but still managed to complain, even though I had it a lot better than many women. I never really looked pregnant until around 35 weeks, I just looked like my regular big self.  I never really had a "baby bump"

I feel like now that I am no longer pregnant, there isn't anything "special" about me anymore.  I am just like every other woman on the planet.  No one finds me interesting anymore.

And I know how demented this all sounds.

Being pregnant was just a means to an end for me, even though when I got pregnant, I SWORE I wouldn't complain.  I told myself that I should consider myself lucky to be pregnant, and complaining would basically be spitting in the face of the gods.

If I am lucky enough to get pregnant again, I am going to try my hardest to really enjoy it.  I am not one to LOVE being pregnant, but I will truly try to tolerate it and really live in the moment.  No matter how many times I pee my pants.