Being Pregnant is Fun

I know from experience that reading blogs written by pregnant ladies is really tedious. Occasionally you find a good one but most of them are saccharine and a bit self-involved, and usually involve a lot of exclamation marks. So bear with me here, because truthfully, beyond the many many projects that hubby and I have on the go (which I've already gone on about ad nauseum), being pregnant is really the major task I'm doing right now, and I am rather self-involved to begin with.

Gestating a human is an interesting thing. For those of you who have not done it, it takes awhile to get used to the idea that there's someone living inside your stomach. Someone who has hair. Speaking as a person who for years thought that she might never have a person living inside her stomach, who kind of convinced herself that it is OTHER people who get to do all the gestating, it is a totally alien experience. You already know all the major parts from the movies – morning sickness can be a bitch (but not for everyone!), you gain weight, your ankles get swollen, your boobs get big, etc etc., but there are other things that happen to your body that, wisely, nobody really mentions until you're in the middle of it.

Herewith, I am going to list all of the little observances that I've made over the last five-and-a-half months, so that all of you who are newly pregnant or thinking of doing it are forewarned. Those of you who are not interested – this is a long one so you may want to just skip it.

1. You smell. Nobody told me, nor did I read it in any of my pink-and-blue baby books, that when you are pregnant you smell like a farm animal. Honestly, I get up, take a shower, put on deodorant, get dressed, drive to work, take off my coat, and already my armpits smell like the inside of a bellybutton. Also I sweat a lot, even in mid-winter. Consequently I spend a lot of time at work sneaking sniffs of my armpits to make sure I'm not offensive.
   
   

2. Your feet hurt. I guess this is a relatively common complaint, but I just thought it would happen much later on in pregnancy. Not so. Even wearing my comfortable sensible nun-shoes, the bottoms of my feet feel all prickly at the end of the day and I've acquired a limp. I blame it on the extra 10 lbs I'm carrying around. My dogs can start barking after a day of sitting.

3. People want to touch you. I hereby apologize to every pregnant woman whose belly I've ever touched without invitation. This is a natural yet off-putting reflex, and it's not until it happened to me that I realized how weird it is. It happened early on, so my belly wasn't even sticking out, and I thought to myself "under no other circumstance would a colleague that I hardly know put her hand on my stomach. " Ok, maybe in an emergency CPR-type situation, but still – weird. Why is this considered weird you ask? Well, because your stomach is awfully close to your lady business, frankly, and your boobs, which already feel large. It's where I breathe, and where my bowels live. It's alive. Call me an introvert or whatever but please, unless you're a friend or family, get your hands away from my body in general. It's nobody's body but mine (and maybe my husband's, and definitely my baby's).

4. You aren't infinitely hungry, just immediately hungry. When they recently aired (and re-aired) the episode of "The Office" where Pam and Jim had their baby, one element of it struck me as wrong. Pam and Kevin are shown sharing large meals together in the lunch room – Kevin is excited that finally someone wants to eat as much as he does, so he prepares all these elaborate meals for the two of them. Pam is about to give birth any minute. This felt wrong to me, as I am finding that I can't actually eat large portions of food*, and I imagine this will become truer as time passes and my stomach gets compressed. The stereotype of the pregnant woman who wants to eat everything under the sun just doesn't apply to me. I want to eat certain things*, in moderation*, or a sequence of lots of little things. The thing that I notice most is: when I'm hungry, I don't get hunger pangs. I need to eat IMMEDIATELY OR I MIGHT DIE. There's no grey zone between not-hungry and starving. Consequently, I find dinnertime difficult, because I get home hungry, have to eat a little something, then I'm satisfied for the time being and not really into cooking or eating a big meal. *Except poutine, in which they do not make a large enough size.

5. Sometimes you are blocked up, and sometimes you are not. And I don't mean your nose. Drink lots of water, but also, be prepared if things start to go a bit too fast. Anything can happen, really.

6. Your brain shuts off. I have described before how dumb I was for a week or so earlier in my pregnancy. They say that 'mommy brain' is a myth, but frankly, I find it's challenging me. After some analysis (highly scientific of course) I've deduced that I'm just distracted all the time. I have a lot to think about. Perhaps my brain has just switched gears rather than shut off altogether. For example, this morning I found myself thinking about my future moody pre-teen daughter – where will we put her desk? What if she wants to hang up posters of teenaged celebrities who I don't find poster-worthy? What if she becomes a Justin Bieber fan (or whatever construct the 2020 version of Justin Bieber will be?) What IS a Justin Bieber and how do I keep it out of my house? You see, there are lots of things to think about. Work is kind of on the back burner – sorry work, I'm still doing my job, but I'm foggy in the head a lot, as I obviously have larger issues looming (see Bieber, Justin). As a side note: Sorry mom and dad. You were so very patient between the years of, say, 1988 and 1998. I owe you big time.

7. Sleep is an issue. They say it prepares you for becoming a new parent, but frankly, when I'm a new parent I won't have to go to work early in the morning all fresh and groomed and thinky. Trying to concentrate when you're up, flip-flopping around, from 3 a.m. to 6 a.m. (because I fall asleep 20 minutes before the alarm goes off), is a bit rough. Seeming enthusiastic at meetings becomes an impossibility. For about a month there, I would have given my right arm to sleep through the night. I understand that this will get worse, but like I said, while on mat leave I intend to wander around the house all day in sweatpants and watch a lot of daytime television. The issue is that I discovered I am actually a back-sleeper, and they (the books, doctors, etc) advise you not only to NOT sleep on your back, but to actually try to sleep on your left side. For me, this means facing my back-sleeping snoring husband, who doesn't always have a great sense of where in the bed he is positioned while asleep (sorry hubby – it's natural, but true). Also, have you ever tried maintaining one certain position through the night? It's near impossible unless you're in traction or something. I bought a long body pillow, which now lives in the middle of the bed where I can put it between my knees and prop it under my belly, and it seems to have helped. Either that or I'm just getting used to the sleeplessness. Not sure. I often wake up with it on top of me so the jury's out on the body pillow.

8. Everyone who has ever had a child has advice for you. How many times in the past 5 months have I had a conversation that went something like this:
   "hey! Wow! So how are you feeling?"
   "well, I feel pretty great. I wish I could sleep through the night, but otherwise, pretty great."
   "oooh hoho hooo just you wait."
   Then the person proceeds to rattle off all of the parts of parenthood that I will hate, then makes suggestions for where my baby should sleep, how I should/will treat my dog once the baby arrives, what exercises I should be doing, where I should shop, what I should buy, what I shouldn't bother buying, and what I should do once I go back to work. A lot of advice is appreciated and/or solicited – as in, I ask my experienced friends lots of annoying questions – but a lot of it is just strangers talkin' smack about my kid, you know?
   I also find it funny when people tell me how wonderful my hair looks, since my hair looks wonderful because (a) it's a weekday – readers here have all seen my weekend hair, (b) I just had it cut, and (c) I don't put any crap in it, from dye to gel. Honestly, it feels no thicker and looks no shinier than it did before, but everyone tells me "oh your hair looks so wonderful! Just you wait…It will aaalll fall out." These are not compliments people!

9. Maternity clothes are either ugly, expensive, hard to come by, or all three. Awhile ago I found myself at Thyme Maternity buying a pair of black pants of such terrible quality that I would never have even touched them before becoming pregnant. Being between a rock and a hard place (i.e. I have to go to work every day, and pantslessness is not yet an option) I shelled out $69 for these cheap pieces of crap. I washed them once (cold water, hung to dry) and now they are charcoal grey pants. The overwhelming majority of maternity tops are made of stretchy polyester which, if you read point #1 above, you will deduce is not really something I want to wear. Also, a lot of maternity tops are just plain hideous – it's like they were made of leftover fabric from last season that nobody wanted for anything else. The styles are not exactly cutting edge either – awhile ago I was shopping with my pregnant friend Anne when she said "why are these clothes all designed to make me look virginal? I am very obviously not a virgin." I have been fortunate that my mom is a sewing wizard and has made me a lot of nice stuff, and also that the style these days leans towards long stretchy tops, so I've gotten away with looking decent so far, but man, those maternity stores have you by the cahones. There are 0 maternity stores at the mall downtown in my city. I made the mistake the other day of buying a new bra at Thyme, which cost $45, but then got home and realized WAIT A MINUTE THIS IS JUST A NORMAL BRA IN A LARGER SIZE. So the bra will be going back to the store, and I will be shopping for larger sizes at Winners, because Gennyland pays no more than 20 smackers for lingerie. I'm practical!

10. You don't have a period, which is awesome, but you are also incontinent. Hee hee. I went to the doctor last week concerned that I was leaking amniotic fluid because there was a lot of liquid in my nether regions, but was told that nope, nothing to worry about, I was just sitting in my office peeing myself all day. You win some, you lose some.

11. Your stomach can take quite a lot of abuse. Last night I was laying on the couch with my feet up when Rosie decided to grab a log out of the firewood pile, hop up on top of me, and chew it to pieces. I shifted a bit, because it was actually kind of uncomfortable (her elbow was in a rather personal area), and then realized that the little thump thump thump I was feeling was the baby kicking Rosie to get off. Literally, my fetus was kicking my dog, THROUGH my stomach.
    My dad once got mad at me because I was poking my belly, trying to make it kick, but I had to remind him that the baby's tucked behind: my skin, close to an inch of fat (let's not kid ourselves here, may be more than an inch), my uterine muscle (which, by the time I give birth, will itself weigh 2 lbs), the wall of the amniotic sac, a bunch of amniotic fluid.

So my gentle pokes don't bother her. But having a 67 lb Labrador retriever plop on top of her, chewing a log, really pisses her off.

12. The internet is evil My friend Dawn has suggested that perhaps I need to put a child protection-style filter on my google, because every single thing you look up on the internet while pregnant immediately leads to a miscarriage, preterm labour, or birth defects. At the same time there is a lack of useful information on there – for example, the other day I was curious as to where my organs have relocated themselves now that my uterus is in charge. I image-googled "pregnant diagram torso" and "diagram pregnancy organs" and "anatomy pregnant woman" and what I came up with looked like it was drawn sometime in the 12^th century, by monks. I learned that my bowels are now somewhere at my sides and behind my uterus, and that my once-proud bladder is quickly becoming a pathetic little pancake (see point number 10), but it took some figuring out to come up with that information. Also, that it will all lead to a miscarriage, of course. Just yesterday, after a particularly bad day of back pain that kind of radiated down the backs of my legs (an obvious mechanical issue), I learned that someone had that once and a week later went into premature labour caused, obviously, by her sore tailbone "so u bettr get that checked right away by ur dr!!!!". Or that my tailbone's broken or infected. Or that I might need back surgery. Nobody told me that if I just went home and put my feet up and slept in a different position it would get better in two days.

Phew. I've been complaining for 4 pages now. I say all this because the reality of being pregnant is somewhat different that I'd imagined it to be, all of those years. All of these things distract from the real craziness going on inside. Once in a while, I will still lean over to my hubby with my eyes bugged out and go "Holy shit. Holy shit Mr. Gennyland, I've got a person in me! I've got a tiny person with eyeballs and hair! I'm, like, NEVER ALONE" and I don't think that will go away. I have often, over the course of the last 5 months, imagined what it will be like when I meet that little person, touch her hair and kiss her eyes and count her fingers and be able to say "look what I made in my stomach!" There I go with the exclamation marks.