Hello Lovelies! As promised, here is this week’s #BumpDay. I only made one post last week because my husband had some time off and I wanted to make the most of it, especially because at this point it looks like we won’t be getting a honeymoon. Which is perfectly fine. When Chickpea is old enough we will take a family-moon.
I’m only just over 12 weeks into my pregnancy, but I’ve learned quite a few things about this whole process:
Number one, I go back to a few years ago and think about the way I used to talk about a future pregnancy. I used to think I would’ve been married for a few years and financially stable. I also used to think that I would absolutely love being pregnant. I wouldn’t change anything about right now but I want to go back and laugh at my past self. First, my husband and I can absolutely make everything work, but it definitely would have been nice to be millionaires already. Secondly, being pregnant is pretty tough on my body.
I thought I would have this wonderful glow and look like a fantastic mother nature. I would wear long flowly dresses and flower crowns and just look like the cutest mother-to-be of all time. Most days, I’m lucky if I’m wearing a different tshirt than the previous day. I’ve had horrible nausea and episodes of vomiting, one time resulting in a trip to an ER clinic. My face is breaking out like crazy, my back is constantly achy and I can’t walk for more than 10 minutes without getting out of breath. ALL of that being said, I do love being pregnant. I’m so excited for our little Chickpea and I’ll take all of that if it means I get a mini-me at the end.
The second thing I’ve learned about the pregnancy process is moms/ moms-to-be are horribly cruel to one another. When I found out I was pregnant, I downloaded 5 or 6 pregnancy apps. I participate on a few of the message boards, which really helps my peace of mind if I experience a “weird” symptom (all pregnancy symptoms are weird). But I have noticed that a woman might ask a simple question, and every time without fail another member will attack her in some way.
I’ve seen the movie, Bad Moms, I know it exists, but that’s one of my biggest worries. Especially in the age of everything being documented and digital, I worry about being attacked for something so minor. So one thing I have learned: moms need to be nicer to other moms! Cut each other some slack. Everyone is trying.
Without further ado, here is my most recent bump picture! It was exactly at 12 weeks and I would like to think that it’s definitely a bump, but it definitely also looks like I just ate too many tacos.
I hope that these posts will reach other moms/moms-to-be. Let’s lift each other up and have happy pregnancies and babies!
See y’all soon