As I’m in my 9th month of pregnancy, I’m really surprised at how quickly time went by.
I was really amazed at my body and what my body is capable of doing. It’s incredible that my body is able to help create and sustain life for 9 months. As I’m approaching my due date, I can’t stop thinking about all the things they don’t really tell you about being pregnant.
- Your OB/GYN isn’t really going to educate you about pregnancy or dealing with your newborn. That’s how it is in the U.S. at least. You’re expected to learn on your own. They do ask if I have questions but sometimes you don’t know what you don’t know.
- Having a doula is *a must*. I haven’t even had my kiddo yet and I firmly feel this way. I’ve talked to other women who’ve had doulas and have heard nothing but amazing things. My package with my doula also included classes which I found incredibly enlightening. I really feel as if my body is strong and powerful and capable of so much.
- People are going to comment on your body. A lot. It’s kind of weird but everyone becomes fascinated and fixated on my overall appearance. It makes me a little uncomfortable when I was being compared to other coworkers that were/are pregnant. I’m just trying to make a little person, y’all. No need to critique our growing bellies in the process.
- People are going to share your good news, especially if you don’t want them to. I was really frustrated with how there is zero respect for privacy. In the beginning, this was a big deal to me and I wanted to keep our news private until we got through the first trimester. My husband told one person who told his entire family in a span of minutes (maybe I’m exaggerating but that’s what it felt like). I felt really exposed and was initially really unhappy. I really wanted to savor the moment and wrap my head around this life changing, earth shattering news. Once I was ready to share, I was much happier with telling everyone but I really wish my husband and I were on the same page before he started telling everyone.
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