Pregnant Love

Twice this week I have heard women say “I loved being pregnant!” To which I responded “Really!??” before I could stop myself. I have never understood this. Ever. And being pregnant with an uncomplicated pregnancy that has been pretty good to me and relatively uneventful, I can’t say I understand it any better.

For me, it’s always been a means to an end: “I want a baby, so I have to get and stay pregnant to get that. . . OK, let’s do this.”

I love only (exactly) two things about being pregnant: feeling the baby move and wiggle, and that M has exceeded my expectations as an expecting daddy and has been so good at it. Oh, and I love the wonderful benefits to my hair, nails and skin. . .

But also, I don’t have much to complain about. When people ask how I’m doing, with a hint of concern in their voice, I’m able to answer genuinely “I’m doing good!”. And I honestly am – my minor complaints of heartburn, sleeplessness, swollenness and heaviness aside.

~Nichole