I’ve been over it since I found out I was pregnant. I don’t have morning sickness, I have all damn day sickness and the only way to combat it is to be near-constantly shoving small amounts of food in my mouth. Man, there is not much worse in this world than feeling like you are going to vomit and having to force yourself to eat anyway. Except, of course, for the sciatica. It sort of feels like my baby is constantly punching me in the butt from the inside.
The nausea is starting to go away a little bit and I’m not getting any other pregnancy weirdness yet so it could be much worse, but overall it is one of the less pleasant experiences I’ve had in my life. I’ll be glad to be done with it in November!
There’s a sweet spot from about 20 to 24 weeks that isn’t miserable. The rest of the time it sucks.
I remember my midwife administering the depression quiz after my first was born. At the end, she said, “Wow, I’ve never seen such an un-depressed new mother!” I replied, “I’m just so happy to not be pregnant anymore!”
I think, though, that the OP misses the point a little. I hated being pregnant and I’m so glad I’m never likely to do it again, but both times, I was very excited about the prospect of having a baby on the way. I never would have said that I wasn’t excited to be pregnant.
I put about 8 months, but for me (especially with my daughter), it was closer to 8.5. At the start of the pregnancy, I wanted the first & part of the second trimester to be over because that’s when the fun stuff starts - baby’s moving around, you’re showing more. Of course, it’s that fun stuff that starts to be so onerous later on. The baby’s moving and kicking so much you can’t sleep (because they move more when you sleep), you’re freaking huge and can’t roll over in bed without sitting up and hauling yourself to the other side, etc.
I said “9 months”, because (until labor was induced), I wasn’t in a rush. I had an easy pregnancy the first time around, never felt especially sick, didn’t have a lot of “gotta pee every 10 minutes” moments, no aches / pains… In fact when my water broke (at home, on the toilet, phew!) my first thought was blind TERROR.
Second time around, the pregnancy only lasted 7.5 months so I guess “9 months” is a bit of an exaggeration. Aside from the fatigue being much worse that time around, and being clapped on bedrest, I wasn’t in a rush for that one to end either. In fact we wanted it to last longer but there was that whole “Doc says you gonna DIE” thing…
Same here. I was particularly lucky with my pregnancy though - no sickness, no pain, no bad symptoms at all recently. I was 22 and fit and even though the Summer was a particularly warm one, that is particularly warm for London, not Houston.
I must also have been smaller than most people, or perhaps it’s my long torso or something, because the belly didn’t really impede me much either; I was still cycling a couple of weeks before I gave birth, 8 days late.
In case anyone is sitting at their computer giving my post the evil the eye now, rest assured that my labour was absolute hell.
Loved it for parts, and liked it until I was put on bedrest at eight months. Didn’t love the all-day, all pregnancy morning sickness, but I generally like being pregnant. By the bedrest part I was ready to be able to eat and drink normally and not feel sick and tired all the time.
I want at least three, but I’d kind of like to skip the first and last parts of the next pregnancy.
I was due on Aug 28 (rotten kid waited till Sept 5) and by late July, I was ready to be DONE!!! I lived in Florida. I worked in downtown Jacksonville and didn’t rate close-in parking, so I was waddling across the parking lot in the heat of the afternoon for several months. On top of that, the rotten kid was a kicker - she seemed to love rearranging my innards.
Once she was born, she was less rotten, but that last month was a challenge. Plus I worked literally till the day before she showed up, so that was an extra coupla weeks waddling in the heat. Ah, motherhood…
I put 9 months, but as others have said, it’s a bit more complicated than that. With my first they were very concerned about pre-eclampsia (I have both of the major symptoms all the time, even outside pregnancy, so they’re always worried about masking) so for the last month I was spending a couple of hours every other day at the hospital being monitored. I hated that (I hate hospitals) but the pregnancy itself was never unpleasant. I’m now coming up to 8 months with the second, and so far no panic. The one thing I have felt, both times, is not so much a wish for it to be over, as just a wish to have half an hour off from it. I’d happily put up with the lack of sleep and the backache and the constant bludgeoning, but I would like just a short time to myself!
The only reason I was pregnant was to have a kid, so if we could have boned Monday and brought a baby home Tuesday I would have been thrilled. As it is I’m at 18 weeks and only stopped feeling like crap all the bloody time about 2 weeks ago. Right now I’m feeling pretty great, aside from the mild pelvic girdle pain, but compared to the constant sickness (without the sweet release of vomiting), the dizziness, the headaches, the clogged nose/sinuses, and the exhaustion, a little PGP is juuuust fine.
A recent study says that you can drink in moderation without ill effects. It doesn’t say, “Upend the vodka bottle, Moms!” but a beer or glass of wine twice a week is fine.
I am relieved. Last time I had about a drink a week after talking to my midwife about it. She said that it was fine, and moderate alcohol use wasn’t tied to any ill effects, we’re just paranoid about booze here in North America.
I never got to the “I am OVER this” stage of pregnancy. This doesn’t mean I loved every second, but generally I loved being pregnant. My son was born a couple of weeks before his due date, though, so who knows how I’d have felt if he’d gone past?
I had high blood pressure (wheee, feet 2.5 sizes bigger than normal!) and was on partial bed rest for the last couple of weeks, and I was ready for THAT to be over, but I was still enjoying pregnancy in general.
I really couldn’t wait for it to be over- I was in danger for both my pregnancies and my son and daughter had medical issues, in utero. I couldn’t wait until it was over just to have them safely in my arms.
