I know people mean well, but seriously, shut up.
1) I have this friend. She hated being pregnant. Maybe hate is too strong of a word, but she just didn't enjoy it. Once she had her baby though, everything changed. She is enchanted by her child and amazed by what she created... and now keeps telling me how much I'm going to enjoy it "once she gets here". Um, hi, I don't need my baby her to love her already. As much as I may complain about pregnancy symptoms, I actually really love being pregnant. I love the feeling of this life growing inside of me and even if I don't love every aspect of it, I love what my body is capable of and all that it is doing. I have loved this little girl since the moment there were two lines on the test. Scratch that, I've loved her since before we started trying and I had this image in my head of my little baby and how much I would love her. So, sorry that it took the actual birth of your child for you to appreciate her, but I'm already in love with my child
2) I have another friend, who recently had a baby, who has all this advice for me about this baby and how I love her now, but I'm really going to love her once she's here. Again, I love her already, enough said.
3) Another friend (man, do I have a lot of friends who are preggers/had a baby in the last year). asked me whether I still had plans have a natural labor. When I said yes she told me "good luck" and "you'll be begging for an epidural within 20 minutes". This drives me nuts. It's not the first time I've been told that I'm crazy for this. I get that it's not the "norm" these days which is depressing, but that's a whole different post. I get that labor is hard. I hold no illusions that it wont hurt or that it won't be difficult. I'm not crazy. I know i might get in there and completely change my mind... but do people have to be so condescending and negative about it? Why can't they just respect that this is what I want for me and my baby. I know it might not work out, but I'd rather hope for the best case scenario but also go in with my eyes open. Even Drew has doubts that I'll be able to do this naturally. He things that I won't be able to tolerate the pain.
All this doubt from outsides has me doubting myself, and I hate that. This is supposed to be about me and my baby, but I feel like this is taking away from that. Maybe I can't do this naturally... maybe I'm really not strong enough. I hate doubting myself, but with so many people telling me I can't, how am I supposed to believe that I can?
4) This guy I work with keeps telling me I'm too small and I must not be taking good care of my baby if I'm this small. What? I've gained the appropriate amount of weight according to my doctor and as of today she is measuring at exactly where she should be for how pregnant I am. How dare you assume that I am "too small" or in any way compromising the health of my child!
5) On the flip side I have several women at work who keep telling me how big I am and joking that I won't be able to walk soon. These are also the same women who find it socially acceptable to touch my belly without asking permission. Sure, call me fat all you want but then try to love on my baby. Righttttttttttttt
I needed to get this out there. To vent my frustrations at the "experts" who apparently know me, and my baby, better than I do. I get that (most of) these people mean well, but I wish people could just keep their thoughts to themselves. I do have plenty of people in my life who are amazing. The teachers, parents and friends who tell me how fantastic I look. My wonderful husband who cooks dinner most (OK all) nights as I'm passed out on the couch during one of my marathon naps. The coworkers who offer help when I'm having a rough day or tell me how excited they are for me. Those are the moments when I feel really good about myself. Regardless of those around me, I love this little girl, and I wouldn't change anything about my pregnancy or this baby. She's perfect and I'm prepared to do everything I can to keep her safe, healthy and happy. Despite it all, nothing else matters except her.