I think I reached my verdict a LONG time ago, but I figured I needed to wait until it was over to make a final decision on this whole pregnancy thing.
So, did I feel…
Glowy and Pretty? No. They say girls steal your beauty so maybe I’d feel different with a boy. Probably not.
Special? No. It was awkward for me pretty much the whole time. I don’t like the attention. I’m not a talker either and having to constantly talk to strangers drove me crazy.
Forgetful and air-headed? Yes.
Afraid of the scale? Yes.
Emotional and crazy? For the most part no… aside from my Subway meltdown I didn’t do anything crazy. I was definitely more emotional/hormonal at the end, but it never translated into any crazy meltdowns.
Did I hate being pregnant? No.
Did I love being pregnant? No.
I’m thankful I was able to get pregnant and carry her to term. I think being pregnant was an amazing experience. I think the way God created the whole process is pretty amazing, too. I’ve never been less in control of my own body before this and it was crazy just having to sit back and watch God do his thing 🙂 I guess I’m a neutral party. I had a pretty textbook pregnancy, so if it was any worse or I had complications I’d probably start leaning more towards the I didn’t like it side.
All that said…
Would I do it all over again?
In a heartbeat. Ok, maybe more like a few years 🙂