For every woman, pregnancy is a time of unfathomable change, challenge, and self sacrifice. This is inevitable. However, not every woman finds these changes, challenges, and sacrifices pleasant.
Some women are grateful for the baby that pregnancy usually results in, but find little to no joy in the pregnancy-experience itself. It is simply an inconvenient, mostly-unpleasant journey that they must endure in order to acquire an infant genetically theirs. Perhaps they are sick for all/most/some of the pregnancy. Perhaps the pregnancy flares up awful illnesses like sciatica, gestational diabetes, high blood pressure, insomnia, depression, and on and on an on. Perhaps she is in physical pain on a daily basis. Perhaps she is in emotional pain. Perhaps she just doesn't like it. A woman's feelings about her pregnancy are entirely her own, and I am not here to judge anyone for their thoughts on their own unique experience. I believe entirely that some pregnancies really are downright miserable and a woman should be able to say "This SUCKS!" and have those feeling heard and validated.
But some women enjoy their pregnancies. Deeply. Richly. Earnestly. And I always had a hunch that I would be one of these women.
So the idea that I might never get to experience pregnancy made me sad. I did not necessarily mourn the child that I thought I might never have, but I absolutely mourned the loss of the experience of a carrying that child. Perhaps it was naive and idealistic, but I desperately wanted to see my belly grow. I wanted to go to bed at night with the knowledge that there was a life, separate from my own, growth and thriving inside my own body. I wanted to feel a baby move while nestled safely in my uterus. I wanted to breast feed. I absolutely wanted to experience pregnancy.
Then, I got my wish.
And you know something? It's been as amazing as I always thought it would be. Perhaps it's just luck-- I haven't been sick, I haven't had any major complications, and generally I look & feel good. The most discomfort I have felt so far is a few days of constipation, having to pee 3x a night, and some "queasiness' between weeks 7-12. Other than that, I feel really, really great.
There's still a long way to go, of course. I'm not even at the half way mark, and there is still weight to gain, stretch marks to develop, countless sleepless nights, and a lot of hormone induced rage. And the birth! Not to mention, there's still time to develop those aforementioned pregnancy illnesses like gestational diabetes, depression, and high blood pressure. I am not in possession of a crystal ball, so I can not possibly predict what tomorrow holds for me...