Wednesday, 13 June 2012

If Only I'd Known!

If only I'd known - what an amazing journey pregnancy would be!

I think one of the best things about pregnancy, is that you don't know what to expect. It's exciting. It doesn't matter if you're on your first, second, or even fifth... There is always that air of mystery. From the sex of the baby, to the weight, who he or she will look like, right down to when that little bundle will arrive (always overdue if they're anything like mine. Absolutely no manners). You have your best guesses, but mostly, you never quite know what is around the corner. You can be completely blindsided, pregnancy can be a minefield.

I have been one of the fortunate ones. I have had mostly trouble-free pregnancies, fast and straightforward labours & deliveries, and healthy babies. I can say with my hand on my heart that I did enjoy my pregnancies... Most of the time. Not everyone is so lucky.

For the first three months with both of my girls, I spent my time laying on the bathroom floor groaning. When I wasn't doing that, I was praying to the porcelain god. Face in the loo, arms wrapped around the bowl asking my husband why the baby hated me so much. For the first three months with my three boys, it was worse. I wasn't vomiting, I just constantly felt like I was going to. Absolutely nothing alleviated it. A few times I had to make myself sick just to get ten minutes break from it, but it didn't take long before it was back.

SPD, also known as Symphysis Pubis Dysfunction. Ladies who have experienced this have all just winced and crossed their legs. Oh yea. The burning sensation between the bones of your pelvis that makes you feel like your foof is actually ON FIRE. Walking up stairs, turning over in bed, hell even taking a few steps from your living room to your kitchen? Forget it. You will not want to move. Sometimes you will not actually be able to without crying. I can recommend a maternity belt for this, they won't stop the pain, but they do help. Luckily I only experienced this at the end of pregnancy number two, and throughout pregnancy number three. Despite baby number four being over a pound and a half heavier than #3, I didn't suffer at all until the third trimester with him, and only very mildly (in comparison) late on with number five. I am clearly a glutton for punishment.

What else... In the third trimester you might have to look forward to backache, sleep deprivation (getting any sleep, or indeed even remotely comfortable, with a watermelon attached to your front is next to impossible, this serves its purpose to prepare you for when baby arrives, I think), haemorrhoids (yea, I said it), constipation, restless legs, constant (constant!) peeing, stretchmarks, leaky boobs, skin breakouts, watching your stomach grow so large it should form its own website, being hungry towards the end of pregnancy and not being able to eat because you are too full of human that there is just no room for your stomach to hold any food, going right off of certain smells (I had to change washing powders and washing up liquids, and still had to stand at arms length for risk of hurling if it dared invade my nostrils), bursting in to tears because you forgot to get the meat out of the freezer for dinner, raging at your other half for BREATHING JUST SO LOUD... You never really know what is going to crop up next. Or even why sometimes, for that matter.

But the best part? Holding that mewling, scrunched up bundle that has been kicking you to death from the inside out for the first time, looking in to their eyes as they are blinking and trying to take a good look around at their new world, that is worth every minute of missed sleep, every tear you shed over absolutely nothing. Seeing yourself and your partner etched in to their features, and the sense of achievement you feel when you have brought them safely in to the world. It doesn't matter how they arrived, they could have been helicoptered in by the SAS in a dawn raid (your nether regions will probably feel like that is exactly what happened to be brutally honest), all that matters is that your wee one is safe in your arms, that you have produced your own little miracle.

So as for what to expect when you are expecting... Expect to have your world turned upside down. Life as you know it will be turned on its head and it can be amazing and awful in equal measure, but what comes next is worth every minute, so buckle up those maternity belts and enjoy the ride.

This post is Mama Owl's entry into the Aptaclub ‘If Only I’d Known…’ competition


  1. awww, I was getting all emotional by the end there! Lovely blog :)

  2. I loved this post (as I do ALL of your posts). This post was so very true and actually kind of makes me broody. Only kind of though.. the morning sickness puts me right off LOL. I suffered SO bad, you probably remember. Ugh.
    The bundle of joy at the end of it though really DOES make it SO worth it. Ahh, how I miss pregnancy (not the morning sickness though!) and having a squishy newborn, aww.
    Brilliant post Julie! xx

  3. Loved this post, I was getting all emotional. I loved pregnancy, even with the stress and difficulty of the first, and really miss it. Its such am honour to do, and I am enjoying the parenting journey.

  4. Thats it i'm jumping the Mister tonight, love a bit of nausea, SPD and the rest of it, and i certainly love what its given me now, i would do it again in a heartbeat.

    Lovely post lady! x


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