It's easy to complain about the nausea, the loss of appetite, regaining of appetite, fluctuation of appetite, weird cravings, constant cravings, migraines, bloating, swelling, fatigue, muscle cramps, ligament stretching, heartburn, off limit food lists, and loss of ordinary wardrobe malfunction... but today, as I was talking to my BFF about the downside of the only just beginning third trimester, she said, "sounds like fun.... can't wait," tainted with sarcasm. I then immediately began to shower her with the upside of being pregnant, but upon doing so - realized how negative it is to only talk about the horror of being prego and not the joys of it.
There is an upside to being pregnant! The most obvious upside won't happen until after I see the baby and fall absolutely in love with him, but there are other current joys. There are pink parking spaces (of which I have not used yet) at malls, nice strangers all around abounding with suggestions and advice as well as congratulations, and everybody at work and in general are nice, understanding and always asking you how you are doing. To top it off, there is something unbelievable about the baby kicking which not only reminds you that there is something you are growing inside of you (not bowel movement related) but that the miracle of life is crazy insane and you are a part of it! And there's so much more to be joyful about too!
Joy comes with complaining about the extra pink glazed and sprinkled doughnut you ate that are empty carbs and not good for the baby but that you know will just get tacked onto the rest of the weight gain known as the baby. Joy comes with wearing your stretchy pants and a t-shirt every weekend and not really caring since nothing else fits and this looks the best on you! Joy comes with the glow in your skin and the fast growing hair and nails. Joy comes with patiently knowing the growing bump is actually going to be crying, pooping, crawling, walking, and talking to you soon - and it will be way too soon! Joy comes with the charity your husband is showing more than ever and more than before because your bump is getting in the way of you walking properly (just say it with me ... w-a-d-d-l-e) and carrying heavy Costco boxes filled with purchased goods. Joy comes with knowing you can already play with the baby by pulling up a flashlight to your still stomach in the dark and feeling him suddenly kick. Joy comes with the excitement of growing your family. Joy comes with the abounding gratitude you feel when you realize your baby's wardrobe is growing on its own only with the help of family thus far.
Joy comes with the baby, despite the freak out, oh my goodness, I can't do this, how did everyone else do it, I will mess up, moments that are more constant. Those moments may be around more - but they are endearing and build character. So joy to the upside of being prego. Joy!