I did not expect to relish pregnancy. Quite frankly, I expected to hate it because my mother hated it. I expected to find pregnancy uncomfortable and demanding and to experience turbulent morning sickness the likes of which I had never known.
Instead, I have found that I love being pregnant. Maybe this is because I have yet to reach the bulky third trimester, or maybe this is because my brush with nausea was unfathomably brief, but I have not found this pregnancy to be particularly difficult or painful. With the notable exception of those times when Donald feels he is ALLOWED to breathe within ten miles of me, I don’t even mind the acute sense of smell.
What HAS surprised me about the past few months is how quickly my body has transformed from being MINE to being completely alien. It seems that at every turn, I encounter aspects of pregnancy that nobody ever told me about. Like the sensation that my breasts have grown three cup sizes OVERNIGHT. Like my body’s MIRACULOUS ability to fill my bladder every twenty seconds. Like a hunger so intense that I froth when dinner is ten minutes late. Like stepping on the scale and thinking, “gee, couldn’t I see my ankles yesterday?” Like the complete inability to sneeze without experiencing, um, minor, um, incontinence.
And, of course, like waking up to find that my belly is now a magnet for every woman IN. THE. WORLD.
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