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1. Your body is changing in weird ways. And it's not that nobody warned you, exactly; it's just that you're used to feeling like you have some say over what your body does, and now it's doing a lot very quickly and you're not being consulted at all.

2. You now fit into a whole new role in society, and people will start looking at you in ways you're not entirely happy about.

3. Far too many people will tell you about what a wonderful time of life this is, and how it's all going to go downhill once [the baby's here and you'll never sleep again/you have to get a real job and pay taxes and bills]. You will think "it can get worse?"

4. There is a right and wrong way to do everything, however minor or ultimately inconsequential, and you are probably doing it wrong. You dyed your hair that colour? You total weirdo. You dyed your hair that colour? You selfish bitch.

5. You no longer have legitimate feelings; you now have 'hormones'.

6. Don't you dare let a single drop of alcohol touch your lips, or the future will be in ruins.

7. Other people in the same situation seem to be enjoying it much more than you are. This is partly because you see far more of the people who are out in public having a great time than you do of the people curled up in their rooms sobbing, but knowing that won't make you feel any better.

8. And it looks a lot more fun on TV than it is in reality, too.

9. Other people's ideas about what you're going through very rarely match what you're actually going through. (After 14 weeks of hellish constant nausea, I have started to respond to "Are you craving anything?" with "Yes, death.")

10. It doesn't last forever it doesn't last forever it doesn't last forever...

2013-10-02 13:15 (UTC)
- Posted by [identity profile] drenilop.livejournal.com
::hugs:: I was just thinking about you yesterday and wondering if you were feeling any better. The good news is, it DOES end. :-)

2013-10-02 13:57 (UTC)
- Posted by [identity profile] drenilop.livejournal.com
Oh - you might also like to take a look at my friend's blog. She reflects a lot on how becoming a mom changed her identity, both her own self-identity and the identities society assigned to her.

http://identity-amommymous.blogspot.com/

2013-10-02 13:53 (UTC)
- Posted by [identity profile] kakodaimon.livejournal.com
I got that line about how it gets worse all the time when I expressed how much I hated being pregnant. All I can say is that in my experience it isn't true at ALL. It is hard work but fun to have a baby. Ask someone to imagine living with a difficult, high maintenance but beloved family member. Then ask them to imagine having that person sewn into their fucking body along with several litres of fluid. Comes with lots of medical issues, the only guarantee is that it will end in unimaginable pain. What's better?

2013-10-04 09:57 (UTC)
- Posted by [identity profile] sea-of-tethys.livejournal.com
YES. Pregnancy was horrible and it lasted for nine months. Having a newborn outside-baby is really hard too, but they're only newborn for a little while.

(And people act like toddlers are so awful, but in my experience toddlers are a million times better than new babies! Toddlers are hilarious!)

2013-10-04 14:02 (UTC)
- Posted by [identity profile] kakodaimon.livejournal.com
I still have nightmares about that ninth month...

My kid is still a baby but I worked with toddlers (...for toddlers) and agree that they are hilarious, and also mysterious and sometimes quite genius. People probably mean that they are harder to ignore.

2013-10-02 18:42 (UTC)
- Posted by [identity profile] vettecat.livejournal.com
That's an interesting way of looking at it!

2013-10-04 09:54 (UTC)
- Posted by [identity profile] sea-of-tethys.livejournal.com
YES, to all of this. I found pregnancy like going through a much worse, high-speed version of puberty, several times in nine months.

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