Pregnancy has not been easy, and if you have children or are pregnant right now, you'll more than likely know what I mean unless you're one of the lucky ones.
Morning sickness, backaches, hot flashes, heartburn, insomnia, increased emotions, weight gain, feet pain, sore breasts, headaches, anemia, cravings, weakness... there's actually been a few more things I've gone through within the past 30 weeks, but I think I'll keep those to myself in case you happen to be eating something while you're reading this.
I'm still waiting on the pregnancy "glow", unless everyone was talking about sweat - I have a lot of that. 6 months ago I could run a mile without getting tired and now I can barely go up a few steps without wanting to turn right back around and take an elevator or just decide that I really don't need to go wherever those steps are leading me to.
One thing I'll be brutally honest about is that pregnancy is sort of like high school. Some people say it's the best four years of your life (in this case, 9 months), and others thinks those people are crazy. I'm one of the others. I wouldn't trade pregnancy for anything else and I know I'm blessed to be one of the chosen women that has the ability to reproduce and start her own family (because yes, infertility and miscarriages are more common than we think they are) but that doesn't mean I'm not allowed to be upset when I can't keep any food down and all I want to do is cuddle with my boyfriend and child's father but I'm way uncomfortable to do so and he can see me sweating from a hot flash.
I would do anything to fast forward the time to my labor day so I can stop complaining each day about not having any energy and not being able to fall asleep at a reasonable hour. I really wish I could tell you how amazing it is to be pregnant, but I can't without telling you about the things that aren't so blissful.
Lord knows I'm so grateful for this opportunity to be a mother because they keep our world going. I love that men open up doors for me more often, let me budge them in line, and I can now get my boyfriend to buckle my sandals for me because I can't bend over some sort of pain or shortage of breath. But with all those nice gestures also comes the stares and rude facial expressions when I leave my house with a fresh face and my curly hair in a bun and I look like a 17 year old, or I simply tell people my age and that I'm expecting.
Whether you're religious or not, hear me out real quick. I love Psalm 127:3 because it states that children are a gift from the Lord... and it doesn't state anywhere "Children born from a mother who's married are a gift from the Lord" or "Children born from a mother over the age of 27 are a gift from the Lord" or "Children born from a mother with a college degree are a gift from the Lord". It just states, children are a gift from the Lord...
I've heard it all. That I won't finish school, I won't have a great career, and that I'm a disappointment. A 20-year old student-athlete who had to move back home with her parents to afford the child she was carrying - that's my story in a nutshell. I've cried more times in my pregnancy than I have in my entire life because of my situation and my worries for the future. I have to admit, a lot of my breakdowns were caused from societal pressures and words from others. Now that I'm starting to become more at peace with it all, I realized that I shouldn't be put down... everyone else should be ashamed that they made young mothers feel this way.
Children are a gift from the Lord; they are reward from him, and I dare someone to tell me otherwise because my story is a little different.