I’m going on 11 weeks and I ALREADY have a belly. What’s going on? Every book I read says you only show at like 3-4 months! My tummy muscles feel like they’re splitting and cramping and every other mom I speak to says she didn’t experience this. Is this a conspiracy between moms to lure early preggers like me into believing we’re abnormal. And why does everyone expect me to be happy Sally Sunshine 24 hours a freaking day and suddenly have a desire to wear pastel and flounces? Polka dots are okay but daisies? Come on!
Why do moms lie about the whole pregnant thing until you’re pregnant yourself, and then they keep certain things secret. Is it a sign of weakness, or impending failure as a mother, to admit that there are parts of being pregnant that are not fun? I love my baby but when I can’t breathe ’cause my pants are too tight, I want to cry.
I say “No” to the perky, pastel wearing moms-to-be with tissues stuck up their sleeves who think that they will find me and try to brainwash me into liking Barney!
Pastels are shit and you do not have to be happy. And I think that you are showing because you have an uber flat stomach and other moms are being lame because they are jealous.
It’s just amazing what pressures I feel put under now because i’m pregnant and I myself want everything to be perfect but my personality and life experiences don’t allow me to look at life in the same glazed over must be the perfect mom stereotype out there. And the hormones don’t help either. Thanks for helping me see the funny side and letting me rant without making me feel like a failure or that I don’t absolutely adore my baby