When I was pregnant with my son, I had the notion that I was expected to glow. I felt like I should have been happy and jovial with my ever-growing tummy. This, however, was not the case for me. I was miserable. I could quite literally feel all of my organs being crushed by the gigantic human growing at a rapid speed in my stomach.
I was sick almost every day of my pregnancy. That’s right. Every stinkin’ day! I didn’t glow as much as I did sweat. Seriously, the only glow was the sheen of sweat on my upper lip. A “sweatstache” if you will.
Pregnant women need to stop being pigeonholed to having to enjoy their pregnancies. We’re tired for most of it, uncomfortable, hormonal, typically constipated, nauseous, and downright irritated at the fact that the person who did this to us can’t endure this nonsense as well.
Now, don’t get me wrong there are really great moments to being pregnant, specifically feeling your baby move for the first time. Pregnancy, no matter how difficult, can really be a blessing especially if you’ve tried a long time to do so. I’m just saying we shouldn’t be held to having a glow. We, as the birth givers, are allowed to wear sweat pants every day. Got it!?