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This is my story of becoming a mother, told in a series of short posts. Warning: It ain’t all sunshine and rainbows.
Being Pregnant Blows
October 2013 through May 2014
If I could describe myself at this time in my life with only one word, it would be “lazy”. No, maybe “entitled”. Ok, screw one word. Let’s go with lazy AND entitled.
My mom is beyond fabulous. And I’m not being biased – ask anyone who knows her. She did everything for me and my brother growing up, which in hindsight was probably a mistake. She was the epitome of helicopter parenting, and we all know now that’s a big no-no in the parenting world. However, you can’t deny that helicopter parents were coming from a place of love and fierce protection – wanting to shield their children from the cruelties of the world without realizing that they were, in most cases, doing more harm than good.
One result of this was being able to reverse any decision I made that I ended up not being happy with. For instance, I applied to two colleges – one commuter school and one state school where I’d need to live on campus. I decided to attend the commuter school, declined the spot at the state school, and then proceeded to change my mind some weeks later when it was technically too late to do anything about it.
Nonetheless, with a little help from my guidance counselor and the support of my parents, I ended up attending the state school. After the first weekend, I decided I hated it. And guess who I blamed. That’s right – my parents! That should give you a little insight into pre-enlightened Jen.
So yeah, lazy and entitled.
Alright, back to being pregnant. Take a lazy and entitled young woman and put her in the first trimester of pregnancy. Then pair her up with a guy who is used to be taken care of by all of the women in his life. Yikes! (Adam – if you’re reading this, I love you dearly. But let’s be real here – we’re cut from the same cloth. Mwah.)
I absolutely hated being pregnant. I was fat (I gained 55 pounds), gassy, super tired, and pissed off at the world. I secretly despised the pregnant women who felt like goddesses and radiated sunshine from their vaginas.
On top of that, Adam and I weren’t getting a long. We fought. A lot. We second guessed everything, constantly. Moving in together, being together, the baby. We didn’t trust each other. Neither of us felt the other was enough, stemming from the fact that we each privately didn’t feel we ourselves were enough. I would say that cracks began to form and deepen in the foundation of our relationship, except that we didn’t really have much of a foundation to begin with.
Little did we know, it was about to get much worse…
Read on here.
Just curious, if you’ve experienced pregnancy, how was it? Comment below!