As I round the final couple of months in my final pregnancy (let me repeat: this is my final pregnancy), I’m starting to get a little nostalgic about the blessing and miracle of carrying a child. And I’m also realizing the many of the parts of pregnancy I like best have nothing to do with carrying my unborn child.
Yes, the wonder of feeling those little kicks never cease, nor does the idea that my husband and I created a new life with much love.
No, what I’m talking about is much, much more selfish.
Here are my 6 guiltiest pleasures of pregnancy:
Pregnancy Brain 1 of 6I think pregnancy brain is bullshit. There. I said it. I forget nothing when I'm knocked up, and if anything, the sponge in the memory section of my brain gets even larger. I wish I could forget things. Still, it's nice to play the "pregnancy brain" card at opportune moments. Like when it's time to do things I don't want to or run errands I dread or call people I don't like. I'll miss that after giving birth. Although I think there's a pregnancy brain grace period for new moms, isn't there?
The “But I’m SO Pregnant” Excuse 2 of 6I think most pregnant women are imminently capable. It's a nice idea to spend nine months in bed in a frilly nightgown and holding a box of bon bons while watching soap operas and waiting for the stork to drop a pink or blue bundle on the front steps. But most women I know maintain their same hectic routine while pregnant. And I've found during this pregnancy with my second daughter that I'm even busier than I was the first time around. Which is why it's nice to occasionally claim being too pregnant as an excuse — for anything. Flaunt it while you've got it, I say.
Linea Nigra 3 of 6Some pregnant women get them. Some don't. I do, and the first time I was pregnant the linea nigra freaked me out. I was worried it'd never go away (it did, of course, although I have no idea when). I've spent much of this pregnancy not feeling or acting pregnant. But every once in a while I take a look down at my belly and am reminded when I see that dark line running up and town the length of my belly that I've got a tattoo that puts me as a member of a very exclusive club. And it makes me smile.
The Food 4 of 6Sure, there's plenty I can't eat that I want to, and there's plenty I shouldn't eat but I do. I don't indulge too often, but when I do I do it without guilt. Not because I'm eating for two, but because when else besides being pregnant (and maybe your last supper on death row) do people not look at you funny when you order three desserts instead of one?
The Attention 5 of 6I don't like being the center of attention. At least not on purpose. I'm not one to enjoy wedding or baby showers or having a spotlight shine on me. But being pregnant means I get some extra attention without needing to wear a hat made of bows or feign surprise at gifts that I asked others to buy me. People can be incredibly gentle and kind upon learning and seeing your pregnant, and it's those moments that I think contribute to my glow.
The Sleep Excuse 6 of 6I never really need an excuse to sleep — pregnant or not. I love my sleep. But I'm taking every excuse I can get now to get in some extra winks because when the baby's born, I won't necessarily be able to sleep when she does because I'll still have another kid to look after. So when kid No. 1 sleeps now, you can definitely find me in bed with my eyes shut tightly.
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