This is a post I never really expected to write.
Ever since I learned about the birds and the bees, I always sort of knew I’d be pregnant some day.
Ever since I learned to appreciate sushi and wine and exercise—and having autonomy over my own body—I thought about pregnancy kind of the same way people think about chicken pox or getting their wisdom teeth pulled.
Not going to be fun, but I guess I’ll suffer through it.
And I’m not going to lie; there are parts of this experience that I could really, really do without. See: first trimester. See: no wine for 9 months (wah). See: obsessing over whether the cheese I’m about to devour is pasteurized.
But I also must admit there are a few benefits I’m slowly starting to recognize. I’m 16 weeks in, and here are my favorite things so far:
People are really nice to you.
Once you’re public, everyone goes out of their way to be nice and help you. I barely did any of the usual schlepping during our conference (thanks, Jamie, Dapinder, and Liz!); my husband won’t let me unload heavy things from the car. (Whee!)
You get a hall pass on crunches
I went to a fun Dailey Method class with Giselle last week—one of my first forays into real prenatal exercise—and while I’m definitely still figuring out what works and what doesn’t, when it comes to exercise, one of the ab exercises we did definitely didn’t feel right. (This isn’t even me being lazy or taking advantage; I got into the position and had a “hell no!” moment.) Instead of pushing or judging me, the instructor gave me a modification and told me “because you’re special.”
Eating! All the time! All the things!
This one goes without saying.
I love to eat.
I was born to eat.
Food is my friend.
And now that I’m hungry all the time, I have so many more opportunities to really appreciate food.
It’s so satisfying to be blindingly hungry multiple times a day and to be able to solve that problem with delicious things.
It makes me feel like I’ve accomplished something, 5-6 times a day. 🙂
Letting it all hang out.
Okay, this is one I’m still striving for. I’m somewhere between the beer belly and baby bump phases, but I’m embracing the curves. Bikinis, dresses, tops, whatever: this belly is going to do what it will. No sucking in or spanx for this lady.
Back in middle school, the boy I had a crush on used to sing me the following nursery rhyme:
Roses are red
Violets are black
Why is Alyse
As flat as my back
If only my red-faced 12-year-old self could see how far we’ve come. I’ve only waited 20 years for this sweet redemption. #thankyouhormones.