These are the things I wish I knew before being pregnant. Now, to be fair, even though I have lots of friends and family with babies, I never really asked much about pregnancy because it terrified me. I didn't want to know what happened. So I really knew very little about pregnancy before actually getting pregnant myself. This is what I've learned...
I wish I knew that once you find out you're pregnant, God seems to pour molasses into the giant clock of life that immediately slows time wayyy down. Seriously, from the moment I found out I was pregnant at about 5 weeks, until my first doctor appointment a month later, time seemed to move at a snail's pace. And not to mention how long it takes to get through the first trimester - those weeks were the longest of my life! I thought time went by slowly when I was engaged, but I had no idea how slowly time could move. And from what I hear, time will move even slower if I'm overdue.
I also wish I knew that upon discovering a pregnancy, there is a huge blob of worry and fear that suddenly settles over your head. So far I haven't been scared at all of actually being a mom, but in the beginning, I constantly worried about the health and safety of the baby, and feared that something might happen to this little one before I got to meet him/her. I've finally found a peace about it all, but it took lots and lots of prayer and reassurance, and constant reminders that I have absolutely no control over it. It didn't help that I'm one of those people that assumes bad things will happen to me if I hear stories from someone else. (When I was little, if I heard about a little girl being kidnapped, I automatically assumed I'd be kidnapped as well.) So if you have any stories of miscarriage, still births, preterm births, or any very tragic, sad stories about babies, do me a favor and don't share them with me right now. (You'll also be doing yourself a favor, because I might punch you. Don't blame me, it's the hormones.)
And I wish I knew that the pregnancy "glow" is just code for a speckled face of red spots. My face hasn't looked like this since I was a teenager. Thanks, hormones.
Another thing I didn't know is how great Sam would be as a partner through it all. He's very caring and helpful and is always asking what I need from him. Unfortunately, he doesn't think pregnancy equals my being right all the time, or that hormones give me the right to be a brat. Whenever we get into a disagreement, I just want him to say, "You're right honey, can I get you some ice cream?" Instead he reminds me that I need to eat broccoli and stuff. Still, he's been pretty amazing.
And here's a random story for you, to make this post even longer. Well over a year ago, I had asked Sam if we could name any future daughter Cosette or Eponine. He said he didn't like Eponine and Cosette sounded like a French whore's name. (That was before I took him to see Les Mis and he learned that it's actually Fantine who is the working girl.) Anyway, now that we're having a baby, I brought up the name idea again, and Sam again denied me. (Who says no to a pregnant lady?) He said, "Plus, since the movie is coming out, there will probably be a ton of people that name their kid Cosette now, and that's exactly what you don't want." And it's true - I don't want my kid to have a very popular or trendy name. When I realized he was right and the dream I'd had since third grade was dead, I was mad at all the people who will name their daughters Cosette because of the movie, and I said, "I will hate all those baby Cosettes." Yeah...my temper and irrational thinking isn't helped by pregnancy hormones, either.
And, for funsies, here's me at 16 weeks and at 16.5 weeks.