Confession: I didn't enjoy pregnancy

This is a topic that many mums shy away from, but I'm here to tell you all that it is perfectly okay to say that, for whatever reason, you didn't enjoy being pregnant.

Whenever I make this controversial admission, I'm always met by the question of "did you have a rough pregnancy, then?", or, from people who know me and saw me most days of the pregnancy, the concession "yeah but you did have a lot of sickness".

First of all, my pregnancy really wasn't that difficult. It was emotionally hard, as I was battling depression and anxiety, a number of personal issues, and leading a highly stressful life with little to no support network. But physically, it was quite an easy pregnancy. I had some morning sickness at odd points throughout the pregnancy, but really not a lot. Possibly the worst complaint I have of my pregnancy was that I had reflux for the entirety of the last trimester, which had me downing Gaviscon by the bottle, but even that isn't such a severe reason to have hated being pregnant.

Secondly, regardless of whether I did or didn't face any kinds of problems while I was pregnant, what has that got to do with my personal feelings on being pregnant? Why is it that my dislike of pregnancy has to somehow be justified by my (usually childless) friends' perceptions of whether or not my pregnancy was a difficult one?

As much as society is making progress towards equality, I believe that the root of this need to justify anything I say about not liking pregnancy is that there is a stigma that this is what women are supposed to do, and that it's a magical time, the bad parts of which we should take in our stride because of how we are biologically designed to cope with any childbirth related phenomenon.

Um, no.

Amazing as it is that my body grew a tiny (well, actually a rather porky) baby, that doesn't mean that I can't have legitimate complaints about the process.

Even worse than this is the response I get to stating that I never want to be pregnant again - for some reason, my age becomes a factor here. Sorry, I don't care how old I am, but I won't change my mind on this. Once was enough for me. Don't get me wrong, I still get broody for babies, but I never plan on being pregnant again. I have plans to adopt/foster in the future and again those plans are met with the question of why? I'm able to have children, but that doesn't mean I have to have children.

Just in case anyone reading this is thinking how ungrateful I am when there are plenty of women who can't have a child themselves... I'm not. I appreciate that I probably don't have a reason to complain when I have a perfectly healthy child, but again, the mere fact of my womanhood and my fertility doesn't impose an obligation on me to have children or to enjoy pregnancy.

If you're reading this and wondering why I felt the way I did, well...

1. My sickness wasn't really sickness, it was a constant and painful process of dry-retching over a toilet until I could breathe enough to swallow water and spew it back up

2. It's not nice having to bare all to a large number of healthcare professionals - whether it's the stretch-mark covered belly or your vagina, I didn't quite get used to having it all out there until I was in labour and quite frankly couldn't give a crap either way at that point

3. I put on 3st and hated my body. I couldn't look in the mirror without crying. I didn't see a pregnant belly, I saw a fat lump of a woman who would never look the same again. That may be vain but sadly enough it was actually the only time I felt any kind of pride in my pre-baby body. It took my pre-baby body to have a baby and be essentially ruined for me to realise that I actually liked myself deep down.

4. As soon as you're pregnant, other people feel like they can dictate to you what to do. Mainly your midwife. I was a veggie and my midwife did not respect that, and asked me to start eating meat, saying that the baby would be iron deficient if I didn't. Eating meat changed nothing except to make me put on more weight, and I still had to take iron tablets.

5. In the last few months when the baby is running out of room: at night, if you lie on your back, the baby's movements look like something out of Alien. You can visibly see their backs turning or their feet protruding and as well as being uncomfortable, it freaked me the hell out.

6. Drawing on the uncomfortable point - I went a week overdue, in a heatwave in May. Enough said.

7. For someone who already had a lot of emotional issues, the heightened emotions of pregnancy made things even harder to cope with. It's actually pretty shit crying over silly things, or for no reason. And even if you feel like you're crying for a legitimate reason, other people don't take you seriously because you're pregnant, and they blame it on the hormones. Even if it is due to those nasty things, that doesn't make your feelings any less legitimate. Even if I was crying because the vacuum broke...

8. That god awful reflux - and yes, I did have a hairy baby.

So there you have it. One woman's reasons for not enjoying pregnancy and for never wanting to do it again.

It doesn't make me a bad mother, a bad female or a bad person. I am allowed to have an opinion, and my position as a mother and a woman doesn't negate my opinion or mean that I should grin and bear it. So to any fellow women feeling the same way, don't be ashamed. It's not something you have to keep to yourself when asked the oh so annoying question "so when is baby number 2 on the way?" It's nobody else's business, anyway.

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