Like most women, over the years I have spent a lot of time picking faults with my body, but nothing compares to the scrutiny you go through whilst being pregnant.
I’ve personally really struggled with my changing body throughout pregnancy. There’s something quite terrifying about the lack of control over your ever expanding waistline (as well as your thighs and arms) and that’s not a feeling I was expecting. I thought I’d really enjoy the experience, how naive of me! Obviously the only thing I’ve truly cared about throughout this journey is the health of our unborn child, but I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t had a few seemingly superficial meltdowns along the way.
I’m usually quite active, but from about week six into pregnancy I had horrendous sickness, nausea, and vertigo so any kind of exercise regime went out of the window, and the only foods that didn’t make me vomit, or satisfied my cravings, were starchy carbohydrates.
Once we started to tell people our news, I couldn’t quite fathom how many people would ask to see my bump, or stare at my stomach, whether that be walking through the corridors at work or whilst I was doing the weekly food shop. It didn’t take long for me to start feeling incredibly self conscious. I know some women probably enjoy the extra attention that comes with pregnancy, but I just wanted to wear baggy clothes and hide myself away.
Don’t get me wrong, I have laughed (a lot) along the way as the comments people make are completely ridiculous, and if you didn’t see the funny side, you’d definitely break down in tears on a daily basis. From “you’re so big” to “your bump is tiny” I feel like I’ve heard it all. I’ve been asked to turn around in the loo by a colleague so my body could be inspected – and I even obliged, how humiliating (and unnecessary!)
Everyone has an opinion, and whilst I’m fortunate to have family and friends who have listened to me moan when my raging hormones have made me emotional and irrational – there has still been a bazillion moments that I’ve really wanted to ask “why on earth would you say that to somebody?!”
I’m nearly 41 weeks as I type this, and this very human experience is drawing to its conclusion as we eagerly await our daughter’s arrival. I’ve already forgotten elements of my pregnancy, so I thought I’d document these feelings. If we’re ever lucky enough to have more children, I really hope I’ll feel more comfortable and confident next time. It’s such a special chapter in our lives, but it’s also been challenging in ways I couldn’t imagine.
I’d love to know what sort of crazy comments people made to you throughout your pregnancy, so please leave me your observations below.