What pregnancy taught me

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While waiting for my little one to make a fashionably late appearance, I’ve been looking over the last nine (nearly) 10 months and how far I’ve come, from the moment I found out I was pregnant, to hearing her heartbeat for the first time, to finding out I was having a girl, to feeling her first kick, seeing that first stretch mark, loosing all sense of dignity in front of your midwife and everything in between so I thought I would share with you some of the things I personally learnt about pregnancy:

It’s not as hard as you think, don’t get me wrong pregnancy is hard between nausea, weight gain, tiredness, fat ankles, mood swings, hormones, lack of sleep, stress and stretch marks, it’s a pretty emotional nine months but I promise you’ll get through it, you’ll be amazed how strong and independent you really are.

There is no perfect time to have a baby, I was far from the “perfect” situation when I found out I was pregnant (details are in my previous post) but if you really want something to work you will find a way, regardless of how much people tell you it’s wrong or how upsetting it is for everyone around you, having a baby is the one time where I believe you can and should be 100% selfish and make the decision for yourself. Those that truly care about you and love you, will come around eventually and if they don’t, look at it as an effective way to remove negative people from you life (ain’t nobody got time for that)!

You will become an expert at peeing in a cup.

It’s okay to have concerns, I didn’t even think I could get pregnant, I have polycystic ovarian syndrome and had convinced myself that I would never have children and that no one would ever marry me because I was barren (I’m a pretty dramatic person). So since being pregnant I have been completely paranoid, I have had over nine scans (you generally have two) and have been to a day assessment unit twice, I’ve googled endlessly about all the things that can go wrong and I’ve driven my mum mad asking things like, can I eat this? Is my bath too hot? Did I workout too hard? I don’t feel pregnant today, is something wrong? She’s not kicked 20 times today? A high precent of the time you are absolutely fine but don’t sit there stressing and concerned, just ask, trust me you won’t be the first.

You will get stretch marks and you will cry, No matter how much oil you slap on that bump of yours you will more than likely get some form of stretch marks, it’s purely down to how quick you gain weight and if you have ‘that’ type of skin. You can defiantly minimise  the damage by using bio oil and adding coconut oil to your bath. I thought I was safe from getting my tiger stripes but BOOM, hit week 40 mate and that was it. I was depressed about them, had a good cry and then I got over it. They will fade and it’s a small price to pay really.

Do prenatal yoga.

Due dates are bullshit. Do yourself a favour, whatever your due date is add two weeks to that, the hospital will no longer let you go over 14 days of your due date. Then if your little one shows up before that 14 day period it’s a bonus because trust me (writing this from 41 weeks + 2) there is nothing more soul damaging than seeing that due date come and go.

Gaviscon will become your best friend. 

Natural induction is a myth, no amount of brisk walking, sex, nipple rubbing, spicy food, pineapple juice, stretch and sweeps will bring on labour unless your baby and body are ready.

maternity jeans are heaven.

 

It’s still so surreal, I have all of my baby things in my room. I wake up every morning looking at a pushchair, moses basket, baby clothes and endless baby products, I look down at my bump and feel her kicking the shit out of my belly and yet I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that there is a little person in my belly with a face, little fingers and toes, that’s going to call me mum. Honestly blows my mind. Women are fucking fantastic.

Enjoy it. 

 

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