I was pregnant for 100 years… Alright, maybe that’s an exaggeration. But my third trimester sure felt like 100 years. I wanted so badly to love every single aspect of my first (and possibly my last) pregnancy. I was exhausted and crabby all the time. I hated life. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t sit down for longer than 10 minutes, couldn’t STAND for longer than 10 minutes, and I couldn’t have an ice-cold IPA.
Towards the end, I decided to surrender to the universe and the growing human inside of me. I found a nice, quiet spot where I wouldn’t be bothered by anyone and meditated. Soon, a wave of gratitude hit me and I left my little spot feeling lighter. I came away with some realizations and lessons…
1. I can’t control everything. No matter how hard I want to.
2. Body acceptance. This pregnancy had been hard on me emotionally mostly because I had been so critical about the changes in my body. I gained weight. 40 pounds-or-so later, I realized that I needed to cool it on the whole body image thing. I’m growing a human. I shouldn’t be basing my self-worth on how visible my collarbone is.
3. Patience. Not only with myself, but with everyone and everything.
4. Letting go of insecurities. My poor husband. He’s been my biggest supporter and strength through all of this. Yet, I still somehow found a way to upset myself by diminishing his (very obvious) love and loyalty to me. I have the perfect relationship and yet I had still tried to find ways to tell myself it’s not real. He doesn’t love my body anymore, I’m not attractive. The plagues of pregnancy. I realized that I needed to work on that voice inside my head that tries to tell me I’m not good enough.
5. No more acquiescence. I needed to grow a backbone and speak up for myself. For some reason, pregnancy seems to be an invitation to the world to invade on your space and privacy. There is literally no other acceptable time for a COMPLETE stranger to come up to your stomach and start rubbing it. Things like that would drive me insane. I learned that I needed to be more of an advocate for not only my daughter, but for myself. It’s okay to tell people when you’re not comfortable.
Pregnancy was really tough on me sometimes. I don’t think I was prepared for the amount of changes that were going to drastically impact my life. But I definitely learned some tough lessons.
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