I’ve heard some women say “I loved every minute of being pregnant” to “I was so happy when it was over.” (I take it by this meaning they gave birth)
Let’s assume this thread is for people who wanted to get pregnant and it’s a happy/good thing.
So I’ll ask you ladies, when you were pregnant at what point did you go from, “I am so excited to be pregnant,” to “I wish I could give birth right now and stop being pregnant.”?
I realize there are women with multiple births and they probably vary on when the excitement of being physically pregnant ended, so I guess you could kind of just average it.
I’ve got three kids, and I have to say, I loved being pregnant with my first. I felt great, I loved feeling the baby move, all the preparation and positive vibes were great. I’ve miscarried 4 times since then, and while my two other successful pregnancies were easy on me physically, I had a really hard time dealing with it mentally, since I was always worried about the viability of the pregnancy. I wish I could have enjoyed them more, but I have to admit, I was always relieved when it was over.
I love my kid, but I hated pregnancy in every month. I’m just squeamish like that and knowing there is essentially a parasite growing in me gives me the heeby jeebies.
I said 9 months, but it was more like 9 months and two weeks … I didn’t get antsy about it until I was past my due date. To be honest, it was more about the weather – physically I felt great, but I was nearly house-bound because I couldn’t navigate the snow and ice in my whale-like state, so that was what was driving me crazy.
I was fine during my entire first pregnancy, then I breastfed my son until I was pregnant with my daughter 8 months later. By the time I was 6 months into the second pregancy I was done. My little girl only got about 6 weeks of breast milk and then I was DONE. No more parasites, inside or out. I sometimes wonder if the difference in their personalities were caused by my differing attitudes.
I’m currently 37 weeks. And I am OVER IT. But I would say I didnt feel this way until I was into my 8th month. And even then, I had good days and bad days.
This all being said, I had some nausea but no puking. And Ive had some pretty fair weather. I cant even imagine how I would feel during the summer.
I enjoyed my earlier pregnancies right up to the end, but with the last one, I was very tired, which I blame on being so old (nearly 41). He was big, too: nearly 10 pounds.
I was just exhausted, which left me with diminished strength when labor-time came (they call it labor for a reason! Whew!). But anyway, if I hadn’t been so whupped, I would have enjoyed that pregnancy as well. I think it’s an awesome thing, to grow a new life and for me, it never seemed invasive or parasitic. YMMV.
I was never ready for it to be over in that sense. I was excited about being in labor and having my baby, but never tired of pregnancy, even when I was big as a house.
I’d say at around 8 months.
That was about the time I needed someone to push me so I could roll over in bed. I’ve been pregnant 4 times. I miscarried once. I went overdue by 2 weeks with my first. Let me tell you THAT was uncomfortable I NEVER had morning sickness but had to pee 50 times a day from the beginning of each pregnancy. I never even had any food aversions. I guess that’s why I ganed 45 pounds with each pregnancy.
I said nine months, but it was more like eight and a half. Up until then, I was enjoying it. I had an easy pregnancy, it was really, really interesting - I’m not at all convinced that it would be as interesting a second time around - plus I already liked this person a lot. But the last few weeks, everything was a major effort. I really like having at least an hour’s walk a day, and I was doing that up to and including the day before my daughter was born, but by the last couple of weeks every step felt like a huge amount of work and I couldn’t get comfortable in bed and it wasn’t fun any more.
I wasn’t a good pregnant lady. Part of it was the only time I was pregnant I had a baby at home already. Part of it was the pregnancy was long desired, but a complete surprise and poorly timed - we were “past” that. Part of it was I was tired, big as a house, pre-eclamspic.
I was sick from the very beginning - I lost 50 pounds total over the whole time. I thought the feeling of having someone not-me moving around inside, where I could see it, was really creepy.
But, I really like my baby and I plan on a few more episodes of “durance vile” to get more of them.
I was fine with both of mine up until halfway into the eighth month. Between the pain from your joints loosening up, to the sweltering hot summer with the boychild, to the having to sleep on the couch to be comfortable, to the exhaustion once the nest-building phase is over…I was ready to be a mom, not a pregnant person. The kicking was fun, actually…until by son decided my ribcage was a jungle gym, or so it felt. And of course, as anxious as you are for it to all be over so you can get out of chairs again, and walk PAST bathrooms, the minute labor started, I was pleading for “Not yet, just another week…day…not ready!” Well, okay, honestly, only with the first. The boy was ten days late…I wanted him out now.
The first time, despite the discomforts, I never quite got to the stage where I was desperate for it to be over. The second time was harder in so many ways - I had morning sickness until the 17th week, and then it came back in the third trimester, I had a toddler to care for, my commute had gone from 3 minutes each way to 50 minutes, my blood pressure started acting up earlier, I was bigger and the large-and-awkward stage started so much earlier so I felt like I was pregnant longer, etc. I was done by about week 36, and those last five weeks in particular were just awful.
I averaged mine out, and came up with a vote for six months. With my first, I sailed through the pregnancy with no problems (it helps that he was born in February, so no steamy hot summer months during the “worst” of the pregnancy.) I gained more weight with my daughter, had more morning sickness, and she was a July baby. By about 7.5 months, I was over it! My last pregnancy, which ended last April, was a lot more fraught: I was sick every day for nine months, anemic (and the iron supplements made me even sicker,) not 100% sure I was really ready to be a mom again at my age, and everything ached. Plus Lily was a wiggle worm even before she was born. (Honestly, it took over a month after her birth for my ribs to quit aching - bone bruises!)
First Pregnancy: Had ordinary morning sickness but it was definitely tolerable. I hit the “I can’t wait for this to be over” around the 8 month mark. It was the middle of summer and I was just overheating all the time, I felt as big as a house and my feet were so swollen that they couldn’t fit into any shoes.
Second pregnancy: By the third or fourth month. I had hyperemesis from the very beginning and it made morning sickness look like a walk in the park. It eased up slightly in the last two months but it was still present. Every single day felt an endurance marathon.
I was excited right up until I peed myself while puking. Then I was so ready to be over it. With My last child, I had gained 80 lbs., the kid was over 7 lbs at 7 months, her placenta was as big as she was, and MY GOD THE WATER! During her C-section the OB said, OMG! LOOK AT ALL THIS WATER!
By the last few weeks, if somebody would have let me near and even remotely sharp object, I would have cut her out myself.
My very best girl friend however, bopped around her entire pregnancy looking like she was born to it.
I never enjoyed being pregnant, even though I had a dream first pregnancy with no tiredness or morning sickness. This time I’m over it at 7 weeks - the tiredness has hit and I haven’t been able to go to the gym all week, and I feel slightly seedy 100% of the time. The outcome is well worth it, but I’m like a carsick kid in a car: “Are we there yet??”