I’d kept a pregnancy journal. But there was so much going on while I was pregnant – writing thesis, writing exams, buying house and moving and preparing for baby – that I just kinda let it fall by the way side. Plus, I didn’t think my regular readers on my blog at that time would be interested in pregnancy updates all the time.
Now I regret it. I was thinking about it last night. I don’t actually remember much from my pregnancy, but would like to get down what I do recall. So here it is…
- The morning sickness was appalling. Morning sickness my ass. Pregnancy-related illness, I think is what it’s called now. From the second I opened my eyes, until I eventually fell asleep in exhaustion from the projectile vomiting. I didn’t eat for months. Really, I didn’t. I lost like 11kg. My morning sickness lasted about 4 and a half months. Smells really made me feel bad, and it was easy to trigger off the vomiting. The smell of garlic, which I normally love, made me feel so disgustingly ill.
- I loved having a tummy. I hated the bloating and water-retention. I loved feeling the baby move inside me. It was like hatching an alien, and feeling it try fight its way out.
- The first time The Boyfriend and I went to the gynae, and heard the heart beat, was probably such an instant-bonding experience for us. I don’t think it had sunk in for either of us. But hearing the baby’s heart beat was incredible. It was so fast, and so strong. The Boyfriend’s eyes misted up, and he looked completely enchanted. He was completely besotted with the fact that his baby was growing inside me.
- I didn’t get any weird cravings. I didn’t eat coal, or pickles and ice cream, like I’d heard some women did. Except for strawberry milkshake once. And that was it. Other than that, it was all about quantity, when eventually the morning sickness passed. The more the better as far as I was concerned. I got very hungry, and when I was hungry, I needed to be fed immediately. Otherwise I got very cranky.
- Maternity clothes were appalling. I hated them with a passion. There was nothing flattering. Fat pants to the max. I was miserable, fashion wise, for months.
- I was moody, and very tempermental. I beat The Boyfriend up on a daily basis.
- That being said, he looked after me so lovingly. Constantly cooking for me, running me baths, buying me nice things, rubbing my back and telling me I looked lovely. Even though I probably didn’t.
- Ante-natal classes were fun. Fun but scary. And it was nothing like you see on tv, with yoga mats, and spread legs and squatting and breathing heavily. It was more like a lecture. But an informative one. One that you actually try to remember, because you know this shit is going to come in handy.
- I hated people touching the belly. Unless I knew you and you asked, it annoyed me. People would come up to me in supermarkets, and touch me. Creeped me right out.
- I loved it when The Boyfriend used to lie with his head on the belly, talking and singing to The Kid. Those moments were special.
Sigh…I also wish I’d taken more pregnancy photos..