I don’t enjoy being pregnant (currently). There’s nothing about it that I like. I hate the anxiety, the body changes, the constant feeling of helplessness and lack of motivation, the breathlessness, the sudden tears, the sore breasts, the back pain. I hate the attention it brings and the endless small talk filled with the same questions. I hate the sleepless nights, the uncertainty, the weight gain, the skin problems, every bit of it.
I do love life after those first six post‑partum months. I hate the breastfeeding struggles, the mastitis, and the exhaustion. But I do love being a mum. It’s something I dreamed of and worked for over many years, so I hesitate to voice how difficult this part feels. I know how lucky I am, and I genuinely appreciate the blessing, but it’s still horrible.