Recently, I have begun to feel less confident in my skin since being pregnant.
In all honesty – I’m carrying a human, it’s expected that your body shifts and changes throughout the journey as a human being grows and develops inside of you. I know that.
None of my clothes fit over my belly anymore. I can barely put my shoes on, I wear slip on shoes now. If a shoe requires lacing, forget it! It’s a bloody nightmare. These are all small things, and I strongly believe that having a child healthy and growing is my main priority, absolutely.
I still can’t help that I feel like a huge potato.
When I find myself complaining about the little things and feeling terrible in my appearance, I find myself reminding myself that I’m going to miss the feeling of carrying my little human with me everywhere. I remind myself how every night when I doze off to sleep, bub kicks up a storm. Throughout the day, it is the coolest thing seeing your belly go through waves from their movement and those moments where their limbs will press on your belly. It truly blows my mind from their strength and size.
It is a wonderful experience, don’t get me wrong.
However, it is hard work.
Where’s the pregnancy glow?
Where is the glorious hair, awesome skin and glowing aspect of yourself being pregnant where you get to feel like a goddess? It is literally not like that. Whoever started that thought, you’re a marshmallow.
Your body is no longer your own, it is a shared space. It’s hard.
You are literally carrying around a bowling ball that can kick you in the ribs. You can’t sleep on any other side than your left side, to ensure you’re providing adequate blood flow to yourself and bub. You can’t eat/drink certain things, you need to watch how much caffeine you’re providing yourself, and god forbid if you drop something on the floor. Don’t get me started on getting out of bed and the bad skin.
On top of all of this, you have to try change your mental attitude otherwise you come across like an ungrateful slice of bread. Which I sound like right now.
Let me note, everyday I am grateful. I am truly amazed and inspired by the true strength of my body. I really am. Women are absolutely awesome for what their bodies can do, it’s outstanding. I feel privileged to be able to carry a living being into this world.
The issues are so minimal when you know what is at the finishing line, it makes you feel so silly. For me, writing this post to try and express how crap I feel internally, I have been arguing back and forth with my words defending how great it is being pregnant because I’m gifted enough to be able to do so.
I’m so grateful, but damn do I feel bleh. All I can say is, sigh..
10 weeks and 6 days to go!