As of today, I am officially 17 weeks pregnant. I am definitely rounder in the stomach, some people who know me have said they can tell I have a “baby bump” but only after they pause to look. Basically I look like I’ve eaten a giant burrito or something gross like that. The bloaty stage is sooooo wonderful.
What else is going on? Well, to quote the movie Juno:
And if it is any consolation I have heartburn that is radiating in my knee caps and I haven’t taken a dump since like Wednesday… morning.
(I re-watched Juno this past weekend. I know I’m not a knocked-up 16-year-old like she is, but I found watching that movie while I’m actually pregnant had a different impression on me. I think I’m going to start talking like her. Instead of telling people I am pregnant, I’m going to tell them I’m ‘forshizz up the spout’.)
No, this is not a food baby all right? I’ve taken like three pregnancy tests, and I’m forshizz up the spout.
This past week has been rough. I thought I was past the queasiness, but then every single night has been a terrible mix of every issue with a digestive track that could be wrong all happening cumulatively at the same time. I feel compelled to curl up in a fetal position on the couch and moan, until Jade The Boxer comes to lay on me for comfort. I’m a lot of fun to be around!
I mean, I’m already pregnant, so what other kind of shenanigans could I get into?
Earlier, I kind of hinted that I would post a picture in this post, didn’t I? Sigh… I’m actually kind of embarrassed to post this, I’m not a fan of my pregnant shape. This was taken last Sunday, my husband’s official “pregnant belly picture day.” But I feel like I’m actually a little smaller today, probably a lot of the size in this picture was due to bloat and constipation. (Milk of Magnesia… relief. TMI? Well, tough!)
Now, on to the meat of this post’s title: I was complaining about pregnancy the other day and my husband said, “Why are you focusing on that? Just think about all the positive things this will bring.”
And I was kind of stumped.
My first reaction is how much this disrupts my life. I have to go through all sorts of body changes for 9 months. I get to experience things that I’ve never had before this (heartburn, constipation, UTI, etc.) and they’re not exactly things I am cherishing. After this whole pregnancy stretch, I then have to give birth and when my body is exhausted and drained, I then have a tiny human being demanding my body gives them nourishment at ridiculous intervals morning, noon and night. And then, by about 4 months after giving birth when I would really like to be training for races again, we will move into my husband’s busy season where I will essentially be a single parent for several months.
When you share the news with people you are pregnant, they immediately congratulate you, only to follow it up with warnings and stories about how you’ll never sleep/vacation/eat out/go to the movies/have fun ever again.
And when you go on Facebook, sooooo many people are sooooo negative about their children. “Someone forgot to tell my child it’s 7 AM on a Saturday.” “Throw up all night long, ugh.” “I can’t handle one more poopy diaper.” It really seems like people mainly share the negatives.
The one that gets me the most is when people tell me that parenting is the hardest thing I’ll ever do. I have no delusions that it will be a complete breeze. And since this is a running blog and running occupies much of my mind, I’m going to make a comparison to marathon training.
Training for a marathon is hard. Running a marathon is hard. But it’s also so rewarding. Accomplishing each goal and milestone throughout training gives me a rush and a feeling of accomplishment. Crossing a finish line is even better. People who aren’t runners and have never done a marathon may question my sanity about the endeavor, throwing out their misconceptions about how it’s so detrimental to the body or how it’s pointless. But anyone who’s done a marathon, they are always supportive and excited about the process.
On the flip side, if it was just people who had no children that told me “You’ll never be able to do such-and-such” again, I might understand it. But that’s not the way it is in this world. People who are actually parents and have been through the process seem to be the ones who are so quick to point out every negative aspect of parenthood. I find that disheartening.
Really, I just kept focusing on the negatives because they seem to be thrown in my face all the time.
So… I would like you guys to chime in. If you are a parent, what are the positive things in your life that come from parenthood? If you aren’t a parent, share your guesses as to what you think would be positive things. Comments are wide open and everyone is welcome!