Things change when you’re pregnant, even way before your baby arrives. And I don’t mean just biologically. For me, some changes are welcomed, some are a little tougher to adapt to.
Physically, I’ve grown sideways. Being challenged in height, I’m practically a hippo in the making. Finding clothes that flatter these days is a challenge; I dread trying on pretty clothes and seeing myself in the mirror. Most of the time, I look like a balloon that is trying to squeeze itself into an outfit. More often that not, I walk out of the fitting room feeling even more unattractive and demotivated. The only consolation is, I love the way my belly looks from the side; it reminds me of how much Bub has grown from day to day.
Emotionally, my pregnancy hormones have been going haywire and messing up with my optimism. On good days, everything seems holly jolly and on bad days, everyone seems nasty and is out to get me.
Socially, things took a drastic turn as well. I have always perceived myself as a modern, happening mommy-to-be – that pregnancy will not deter me from enjoying life and being less adventurous. After all, we’re pregnant, not handicapped. However, I couldn’t help but to feel blue over the sudden, uncalled for “isolation” imposed by friends. Suddenly, I’m excluded from outings/activities and unexpectedly, decisions are made on my behalf without even consulting me first. Ever since when pregnant women can’t eat cheese cake? Whoever said that pregnant mommies can’t join in outings because they are ALWAYS tired? For the record, cheese contains calcium and it’s good for both mommy and baby. Plus, we’re not always tired. In fact, our energy levels surge in the second trimester and we feel like everyone else. Ask, don’t assume. And if you really dread being seen with a pregnant woman in the public and losing your ‘market value’, say it out loud too because only then I will know that you’re not worthy of my time. Just don’t make up stories, please, because I can sense insincerity from 10 miles away.
Looking at the bright side, it’s actually a blessing in disguise. At least I don’t have to fork out money for extravagant meals or gifts but instead, get to spend some quality bonding time with my hubby, furkid and the little Baba in my tummy. At least I do not have to expose Bub to a smoky, hazardous environment.
Like what my bestie said to comfort me, “After all, they will not know (how miraculous it feels) whenever baby kicks you. Only you know what’s important, what’s happiness, what’s worth your time and what’s not.”
For now, the blues are slowly melting away as I conclude this post. Thank you for listening 🙂