I will finally admit that, overall, I enjoy being pregnant.
And saying that makes me feel guilty?
Today, I am 37 weeks and 4 days pregnant. This means that I’m at the point where, if I were to give birth today, it would be considered “fine” and “not early” (some people call this full term, some call it early term, I call it “I don’t have to rush to the hospital as soon as contractions start bc something is wrong”). It also means I beat my one friend’s very early delivery date of 37+3, which I’ve regarded as a milestone. If I make it until tomorrow, I will surpass the first bet in the “Guess the Birthdate” pool I created for our friends and family to try to have a little bit of fun here (pot is almost at $100, join us 😈).
I guess I am close to the point where a lot of women want to be done with the whole ordeal, but I really do not feel that way, very much to my surprise. “Just wait”, people say. But to be honest, I’ve been “just waiting” to be miserable this entire pregnancy, and besides a few weeks during my first trimester, I largely have not felt that way. I’ve been really cautious about using this language, but at this point I think it’s safe to say that I actually have, and am continuing to enjoy, being pregnant???
I’ve always known I wanted to be a parent, but haven’t always known that I wanted to be pregnant. When I was a teenager, I had teen mom anxiety. I made a pact with myself that I would not get pregnant until my 30s. And then sometime during my senior year, I decided I was totally grossed out by pregnancy and I wanted nothing to do with it. I didn’t want to contribute to the growing global population and didn’t want to put my body through all of that and so I decided I would eventually adopt.
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