Before being pregnant with C-Man, I can honestly say that I never really noticed anything about pregnancy or pregnant women (other than I could never tell how far along was by the look of her stomach!) After having my precious little boy, I have noticed a trend with pregnant women. They either hate it or love it. Looking back on my pregnancy, I definitely fell into the latter group.
I was fortunate enough to work for two years in an emergency room doing patient registration (all that fun get your insurance and billing information.) From this experience I was able to observe several pregnant women and how they were handling their pregnancy at each and every stage. (I should also state, that I worked in the ER all through my pregnancy.)
Unfortunately, I witnessed some women going through horrible things with their pregnancies. After observing them and listening to what they had to say, I decided that most of their pregnant problems and agonies were due to their attitudes. There is a good chance that I am probably wrong and their attitude was not their biggest problem, but it was the only thing I could see as a fellow pregnant woman. I decided (after learning about my own pregnancy) that I didn’t want that attitude while pregnant. I adopted a come-as-you-will attitude. I decided that everything happening in my pregnancy was beautiful and natural and to enjoy every minute of it.
I became very thankful every time I heard a horror story from someone about their own pregnancy when it was a symptom that I never had to deal with. C-Man was good to me in the womb. He didn’t give me morning sickness, he didn’t give me preeclampsia, he never sat in weird positions. I didn’t suffer any back pain (until labor!) or leg pain or any weird pains. I liked (and still do) to think that I avoided anything from bothering me by having my good attitude while pregnant. Whatever was happening to me (the fatigue, the mild heartburn, the awkward sleeping positions,) I found it all to be some of the most special things in the world. There was a human being growing in my body.
I still smile thinking about those forty weeks of my life. It was an incredible experience. Every time C-Man would move or kick, I tried to grab Mr. H’s hand to let him feel. Unfortunately, it was an experience I could not fully share with him. That is probably the only thing that bothered me about pregnancy. I developed a connection with my baby while he was growing inside me, but I couldn’t share it with my partner. He had to take my word for it and just wait for the little bun to come out of the oven.
Being pregnant was fabulous for me. I got more sleep than I ever thought I could. I didn’t gain any weight for the first five months (which I considered a huge bonus!) I could still eat spicy food without getting heartburn. (Bland foods gave me heartburn, like toast!) Although I lost my taste for Chinese takeout, I gained a greater love of fruit while pregnant, especially bananas which I normally hate!
They say that pregnant women have a glow about them. I don’t know that I ever had a glow, but I always felt like I was glowing. Everything about having this tiny little human inside me was wonderful to me. And as much as people tried to pamper me and do for me, I was still able to do everything I normally did. After all, I did work all the way up till the day I gave birth (granted, I did drop down to part-time the last month and a half of my pregnancy.)
Now, I’ve only been pregnant once… so far! (Some day again, I’m hoping!) But from my own experience and what I have seen in others around me, I am a firm believer that attitude can 100% affect your pregnancy experience. I’d love to hear from any other women who have dealt similar types of things with attitudes and pregnancy. Leave your thoughts in the comments below!