Saturday, January 5, 2013

I am not radiant. I do not glow.

As forward thinking as the world is, there a large group of people who still think the 'right' way to be pregnant is to not really notice. The throwaway line you hear in movies 'I'm pregnant, not sick' encourages us to think we are disregarding woman as not as capable.

I am not capable. I feel worse than I do when I'm sick. Every day. All day.

For some of us, actually lots of us, pregnancy is a trial. A countdown. A torment to earn our babies. And you can't quite understand until you are doing it. Or supporting your wife do it.

Luckily it differs woman to woman. Some women spew for 9 months while other just want to. Some can't walk, some have bulging veins that are painful constantly. Some get eye infections weekly for 30 weeks. Some have bleeding gums or regular nose bleeds. Some have low or high blood pressure and the not great feelings that come with that. Lots gets leg cramps. Every night. And then aches during the day from the cramps.

Now I'm not listing these ailments to scare anyone or turn them off. Simple to highlight that some women's journey isn't that magical and organic. AND THAT IT'S NOT THEIR FAULT.
Sure. Eating well and being healthy will always make things easier. But the all natural sector of motherhood still have a 'use herbs and minerals to cure all ailments' philosophy. And state, in books and websites, that pregnancy should not be uncomfortable! And if you are experiencing any ailments you aren't living as healthily as you should. Or aren't mentally embracing being pregnant.
Now this seems harmless unless you are experiencing a rubbish pregnancy. Then it makes you feel like crap. Like its your fault for not being healthy. Like its not normal to be suffering. Like you are faulty. Not cool. Even pregnant women who have minimal symptoms throw out comments like 'I have a few days of feeling a bit off' and 'I feel fine, just a bit bigger than usual' with no thought to the great pregnancy lottery that's thrown them a winning number.
I'd like to see someone 'cure' my separated pelvic bones with herbs.

So lets embrace our women who are growing children and see it for what it can be. A wonderful time that's thankfully only 40weeks long, full of energy sucking joy and the wonder only regular sleep deprivation can provide.
I am a fertile goddess. Who waddles.

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