Ever meet that lady who says she loves being pregnant? You know, the one who simply glows the whole nine months, who always looks good, and who seems to have MORE energy during pregnancy? Yeah, that’s just not me. I love being a mom, and I am so grateful for having the ability to carry my own children (with a little help from science). But being pregnant? I am mostly tired and uncomfortable. And I feel fat, especially given I am 5’ 1” and that baby has nowhere to hide. Being in a car for an extended period of time is excruciating to me, I have heartburn, and I’m just plain ready for this baby (#2) to arrive. But there is always a silver lining. There are always a few perks of being pregnant. As I enter my third trimester, I’m reflecting on the reasons to enjoy being pregnant (even if you really just don’t).
1. People stop to let me cross the road.
There are some pretty rude people in this world, which irks me on a daily basis. But once I stick out that belly, the folks who are actually paying attention seem to stop and give me the right of way. I can (usually) make it across the road without risk of being hit. And people hold the door for me at stores. I could take offense, but I choose to enjoy it. Yes, I do need help with my groceries. Yes, you can pick up that item my child threw under your table. Bring on the generosity and thoughtfulness that is so lacking in this world!
2. I can call in sick and no one questions me.
I am tired. ALL. THE. TIME. And often I am worn out due to what should be considered regular daily activities. And I don’t feel too bad about calling in or working from home, if I simply need to rest. As a person who believes that no one at the office has sympathy for my non-pregnant self unless I have the flu and they don’t want it, I don’t mind calling in sick due to ‘pregnancy-related’ ailments. And they usually won’t question me, either. If they do, here’s my doctor’s note. I was just there yesterday…
3. I have a good excuse to take five and go get a snack (or lunch) during a busy day at work.
My work days can be hectic. And I often eat at my desk. But as a pregnant lady, I have no qualms with simply saying, “I need to eat” as an excuse to show up late to a meeting, or heaven forbid, actually take a lunch break. After all, the other people in that meeting won’t appreciate meeting ‘hangry Leah’ if I’m not allowed to get said snack. Never mind that smokers take non-guilt-ridden breaks daily. But that’s my own crankiness speaking, isn’t it? Must be lunchtime!
4. Umm, I can’t pick up anything too heavy? (current toddler excluded, of course)
The lady at Michael’s actually carried my purchases out to the car for me the other day. And I was grateful. I did not want to drop the massive frames my poor judgment allowed me to buy. And I refuse to take large loads of laundry upstairs. It can wait until my husband gets home. Pregnancy offers me the excuse to not overdo it in this area – unless, of course, my son is pitifully looking at me and saying “uppies!” Then I’m basically reduced to a sappy mess and give in. He’s only 24 pounds…
5. People seem to think me just getting through a day is an accomplishment (and I agree).
How many times during pregnancy have I heard a, “Wow, how do you manage it all?” or a “You must be so tired after this day!” Yes, yes, I am tired. And yes, I am superwoman for surviving a 9-hour work day, along with a three-hour commute, and then coming home to feed my child a reasonably healthy dinner. Can I get my trophy now?
6. I can eat whatever I want (well, almost).
Go ahead, say something about the Chips Ahoy and milk I’m eating for lunch. Just try it. I dare you. I’ll eat whatever I want, and as long as it doesn’t have alcohol in it, you aren’t allowed to look my way in disapproval. I recently traipsed (ok, waddled) in to a meeting, munching on the convenience store pack of chocolate mini-donuts, and preemptively told the others (no other moms in the room, ahem) to not judge. I’m pretty sure they did anyways. But I’m also pretty sure those donuts were awesome for the five minutes they lasted.
7. I suddenly become more assertive.
When I was nine months pregnant with our first, a telemarketer called and tried to sell me something. I bit their head off so quick and hung up the phone, that my husband suggested I answer all calls from unknown numbers from now on. Seriously, people, another human being is going to come out of me at any moment. I ain’t got time for that [email protected]*t.
8. I can telework on a hot day (or snowy day, or super rainy day, etc.).
No one wants to risk my health or the baby’s, including me. When we recently had a day where the heat index was 110 degrees, I worked from home. Who wants some pregnant lady passing out in front of a government building, anyways? No one in my office, that’s for sure!
9. Maternity clothes.
Yes, maternity clothes can be awful. Why every designer thinks I suddenly want to wear stripes and loud prints to ‘show off’ my growing bump is beyond me. But, pregnancy clothes are comfy and oh-so-forgiving. I enjoy the ability to wear cotton or rayon EVERYWHERE. I like the idea of leggings, even if for just a few months. I don’t feel any pressure to suck in or try to make my waist look smaller. And for once, I can accept hand-me-downs from women of a completely different size than me. That giant cotton tent you call a dress? Of course it will fit!
10. Oh, yeah, and the baby.
At the end of all this, I get a cute, cuddly little baby, who won’t let me sleep for a couple of years. Yes, I will be tired and it is a thankless job, but it is the best job in the world. And all the discomfort of pregnancy will pay off when I get to hold my little guy for the first time. What is/was your favorite part of being pregnant?
Tell me (and everyone else) all about it in the comments below. And if you need a little inspiration to get prepared for your new bundle of joy, check out Prepping for Baby’s Arrival.