10 Things Im Not Going To Miss About Being Pregnant

alyson brown 36 weeks pregnant
Here I am - 36 weeks pregnant!

I’ve had a pretty easy pregnancy so far with no morning sickness, no outstanding physical problems, no stretch marks {!!!} and no overly hormonal moments.  I’ve loved just about every moment of being pregnant and have done my best not to complain about minor aches and pains.  But in the final weeks before my due date, with a giant belly and feeling generally anxious to meet our little man, I can’t help but focus on the things I definitely won’t miss about being pregnant.  In fact, here are 10.

The attention. I love being pampered and tended to as much as the next gal and typically I love being the center of attention.  But what I don’t love is the constant attention revolving around my bump.  Sometimes I feel like I no longer have anything else to talk about besides the waiting for the baby to arrive, if I’m super excited about being pregnant, how I’m feeling or my upcoming due date.  And don’t even get me started on strangers who like to rub the belly.

Painful pokes and jabs. Ok, ok, ok.  I know I’m probably going to miss feeling those playful little movements inside my expanding belly.  But let’s be honest, I’d much rather be able to actually see my baby moving and watch his little facial expressions outside the womb.  Not just imagine him wiggling around in there and wondering why it feels like he’s using my ribs as a speed bag.

Not being able to put a napkin on my lap. I know, this sounds super silly, but it’s inevitable that I’ll spill something on myself, pregnant or not.  And it doesn’t help that I’ve got a giant belly that acts as a food/crumb catcher.  I’m all for covering my entire stomach with a big napkin at home but seriously, when you’re eating out at a nice restaurant, the last thing you really want to do is drape your napkin under your boobs to protect your clothes from food droppings.

Being the hot one in the room. And I don’t mean sexy.  I’m the one who’s wearing a tank top while everyone else in the office has on a sweater.  I push my husband’s warm snuggling body away from me in the middle of the night.  My cheeks are always flushed and I’ve been constantly feeling a little warmer than my usual temp.  Now I understand why women don’t want to be 9 months pregnant in July!

Not doing things because I’m pregnant. I miss riding my bike!  I miss drinking beer!  I miss eating raw cheese!  I miss doing headstands in yoga!  I miss sleeping on my back!  I miss sitting in a reclined position without feeling breathless!

Having to wear a panty liner, every day. Ok, TMI?  Perhaps.  But I’m fairly certain I’m not the only pregnant woman out there who has noticed an increase of discharge and at the risk of ruining my underwear, has been wearing a panty liner for months.

Having to pee all the time. It doesn’t matter if I just peed thirty minutes ago or ten minutes ago.  It’s gotten to the point that every time I stand up, I’m bound to have to pee again.  I’ve learned to take advantage of public restrooms and any chance I can get to go.  In the evening after I’m done reading and about to doze off into a deep sleep, I drag myself to the bathroom – one last time – in hopes that I can make it through the night without having to get up.

The aches. Back tightness, hip pain, pelvic aches, stretched skin.  Not to say I was in a tip top pain free state before I got pregnant, but I’m longing for the day when I can twist and crack my lower back or sit in a chair without feeling constant tightness in my back.

Feeling humongous. I’m uncomfortable when I’m sitting.  My stomach feels stretched out to the max.  I can barely roll over in bed.  I can hardly squeeze my way through a crowd.  I’m ready to be holding my little man – not worrying that I’ll bump my belly on someone or something.  And that also goes for bending over to pick things up!

Feeling incredibly impatient to meet my baby boy. Each day that grows closer to my due date, I get increasingly more impatient to meet our little man.  To hold him in my arms and kiss his little forehead and tickle his little toes.  When will he decide to make his appearance?  Will he come early?  Be late?  Right on time?  Each day I get a little more anxious about his arrival.  And a little more excited too.

pssst…  Here are 9 awesome things you can do after giving birth!  I know I’m looking forward to #3.

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