Does it make me a bad person because even though my pregnancies were planned and our children very wanted that I felt like the belly which had been mine alone was a mistake? Did my loathing of the lumps make me a bad person? Am I doomed to be a bad mother who will undermine my children's self esteem because I hated the process of creating them? No. No. No. I repeat to myself and all my pregnant friends and acquaintances. It just means that we are now privy to the dirty little secret of procreation – pregnancy is a bitch!
The ideal of pregnancy is far better than the experience itself. There's morning sickness, a swelling body, the reflux – ugh, the list really does go on. I have met women who claim to have enjoyed their pregnancy – they seem normal but all of them have children who are in their teens which makes me think that their memory has edited out the vile changes that toke over my being. Even if there are some women out there who did revel the experience, I am not one of them and I am okay with that – most of the time.
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