Pregnancy sucked. I’m just going to go ahead and lay out it there for ya. I hated being pregnant. Don’t get me wrong, I had some very beautiful moments during the 39 weeks, like hearing the heart beat for the first time, feeling the first kick, seeing him on the ultrasound, finding out he was definitely a “he”, feeling his tiny hiccups, but beyond those (and a few more) precious moments I couldn’t wait to get him out of me.
I used to say all the time, “I can’t wait to not be pregnant anymore.” And usually people would respond, “Honey, he’s a lot easier to take care of in there than he is out.” ha-ha very funny (sarcasm.) You don’t think I didn’t know that?! But I was vomiting for 35 straight weeks, 3 or 4 times a week, sometimes a day. I was also in grad school (made a 4.0 holla!) and was working a graduate assistantship position (20 hrs a week.) Heck, the 43 1/2 hours of almost ALL epidural free labor was worth just not being pregnant anymore. I’d take sleep deprivation from having an infant over pregnancy any day.
Anywho…all of that is a separate post for a different time. I want tell you a story that I tell people all the time. It was the moment that I realized that my “star had fallen.”
My mother and I were on a trip to NC to go visit family. Her phone rings, it was my little brother who at the time was 15, I answer it. It was just him checking in like the good kid that he is & in the background I hear all his friends. They’re talking and acting like silly kids & I hear one ask my brother, “Who are you talking to?” He responds with a simple, “My sister.” And that’s when I hear the shouting in the background. “You’re hot!” “We hear you’re HOOOOT!” “We want to your number!”
I’m not going to lie, it made me feel good. And as fast my little brother could spit it out, he says, “NO! NO! NO! You have the wrong sister. This is one is married & pregnant.” ::cricket cricket:: And then it got real quiet on the other end. I felt like the wind had been knocked out of me. They thought he was talking to our other sister, you know the cute, lil, blonde with a slammin’ bod that still holds the mysterious appeal that single women have.
My brother to this day SWEARS he didn’t mean it the way that it came out. All I could hear was fat, pregnant, boring, old, ugly, unappealing. Obviously, he didn’t mean any of those things. It was just me being a hormonal wreck trying to adjust to my new situation in life.
But, have no fear, my self-esteem has come back ten fold (make that 100.) Now, I’m a MILF….
**Todd says this story is sad. I honestly didn’t mean for it be. It just is what it is, slightly funny, slightly sad (at least it felt that way at the time, it doesn’t now.) But it is definitely honest.**
|This was about 2 weeks before the NC trip–I was 10 weeks preggo. I had only known I was pregnant for 4 weeks.|
|My cousin & me on the same night as the pic above.|