Updated: Sep. 6, 2023
Originally Published: April 29, 2017
I have officially reached my limit with being pregnant. Honestly, I was done before I even saw that plus sign on the test. Here I am, in my third pregnancy in just over three years, and it feels like I’ve been in this state forever.
Some women glow with joy during pregnancy. Me? Not so much. If I hear another person tell me to savor this experience, I might just lose it. I mean, really, how does one enjoy being pregnant? Your body is no longer yours, and life’s little pleasures are off-limits.
Let’s talk about the rules:
- Alcohol? Nope.
- Sushi? No way.
- Caffeine? Only if you’re feeling daring.
- Fish? Only certain types and in tiny portions.
And forget about all the good medicine that used to be your go-to. The restrictions are endless.
To make matters worse, I’m busy chasing after two toddlers, leaving me little time to even think about enjoying this pregnancy.
First Pregnancy
Ah, the bliss of being a first-time mom. Everything is new and exciting. Family and friends shower you with attention, compliments, and unsolicited advice. You’re encouraged to nap regularly and treated like royalty. You track every week on an app, and you can’t help but check out your growing bump in every reflective surface.
Second Pregnancy
The excitement is still there, but it’s a bit toned down. Yes, people still care, but it’s not quite as intense as your first go-around. Offers for help come less frequently, and you’re now juggling your firstborn while trying to sneak in some “me-time.” Your bump starts to show earlier, but soon, the excitement wanes and is replaced by sheer exhaustion.
Third Pregnancy
Where did everyone go? Suddenly, it feels like nobody cares. Family and friends have vanished, and the offers for help have dried up just when I need it the most. With two little ones to manage, I’m too busy to even think about me. When someone asks how far along I am, I can’t remember, but I can at least spit out my due date.
I’m showing before I even officially know I’m pregnant, and let’s just say bladder control is a distant memory. Sneezing, laughing, or even getting up can lead to a little accident.
Not Caring Anymore
As I approach the end of this third trimester, I’ve lost my desire to care about appearances. If it fits, I’m wearing it. Plaid and polka dots together? Why not! Flip-flops are my go-to because they require no effort. I might even recycle the same outfit more often than is socially acceptable—I just can’t be bothered.
My hair? Forget about it. I can’t remember the last time I wore it down. It’s permanently in a messy bun that resembles roadkill on my head. Sure, I might regret how I looked in these days when I look back at the photos, but right now? I just don’t care.
Too Big for Comfort
I feel too big for everything—clothes, comfort, and even basic movements. If I drop something, I have to weigh the decision to bend down. Unless there’s a compelling reason, it might just stay there until one of the kids can help out. I’ve even learned to entertain my kids while on the ground, turning it into a makeshift play zone. Lazy parenting? I call it ingenious!
It’s Almost Over
Putting aside all the complaining, I feel incredibly blessed. I can’t take my life for granted, and I’m thankful for the soon-to-be arrival of our third child. But let’s be real, I can’t wait for this baby to make its exit. While my attitude and looks might not change much, at least I’ll reclaim my body (and my old friend, wine) to help me navigate our new normal.
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Summary
Pregnancy can be a challenging journey, especially when it’s your third time around. As Jamie reflects on her experiences, she humorously highlights the differences between her pregnancies, the lack of support she feels, and the realities of being a busy mom. Despite the ups and downs, she expresses gratitude for the blessing of children while also looking forward to regaining her freedom post-delivery.