Why I Hate Being Pregnant

Why I Hate Being Pregnant

Often there is an unrealistic expectation of pregnancy. An attitude that we should be grateful and happy and enjoy the wonderous miracle of life. Well, I am grateful, beyond happy but unbelievably miserable. I was first pregnant with A in 2013 and hated near enough every minute of it. Now, pregnant again, the experience is once again less enjoyable than having a tooth pulled. I don’t suffer too badly in comparison to others but the limitations pregnancy puts on you drives me round the bend. I do get pretty rotten morning sickness and the usual aches and pains. The fact that my consultant said to me last month, and I quote, “My dear, you are not suited to pregnancy,” pretty much says it all. I hate being pregnant and find very little in the nine months, bar the joy of a new impending arrival, to make me excited about it. I know for a fact that this will be my last pregnancy and I’m so thankful. I would find it very difficult to go through this again. Pregnancy is not easy. There are women who take to it like ducks to the inevitable water. The mother earths of our world. I am, by no means, a mother earth. My body does not take happily to the state of pregnancy. It bites down on the hardest part of this natural state of motherhood and makes for a miserable nine months.

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