I've found this GREAT article on the Internet a few days ago... It made me feel so happy :))) Happy, because I thought I am the only woman that feels absolutely SCARED and weird while pregnant, but no... Other women feel the same way too (yeahhhhhhhhhhh, I am not crazy lol). When I was reading it I was like "YES, that's excatly how I felt.... feel... yes, YES.." :))) Ok.... here we go... (Need to mention that in that article that woman was talking about baby number 2... but for me it is 3 LOL)...I mixed her reasons with mine and got this...
The REAL Reasons I'm Not Pregnant With No. 3
I'm scared.
I'm scared of how hard pregnancy is.
I'm scared of spending an entire 9 months hunched over a toilet,
of having a perpetual migraine, of being scared for a baby and his/her health all the time.
I'm scared people will think I'm weak,
that I'm not trying hard enough,
that I should just suck it up.
I'm scared the hub's business will suffer,
or that my dreams will be put on hold.
I am scared to gain too much weight again
And become fat and not attractive.
I'm scared I won't be able to give my toddler (toddlers for me lol)the attention they deserves.
I'm scared that the hubs will have too much stress picking up my slack.
I'm scared I won't smile as much,
or laugh as much,
or remember my blessings each day.
Because when I am pregnant,
I become a different person.
A person that I am not particularly fond of.
A person who doesn't want to get out of bed in the morning.
A person who can't bear the thought of being social,
of blow drying my hair or of putting on makeup.
Because when I am pregnant,
I become depressed.
And frustrated,
as I long to have the abilities,
the strength,
the energy
that I had before.
But I also have a dream.
A dream of a house full of kiddos,
arguing, and wrestling, and hugging and cuddling.
I dream of hectic weekday mornings dropping kids off at 3 different schools.
I dream of crazy Saturdays, running around between soccer games and baseball tournaments.
I dream of a full house, with bunk beds and toy chests
and more bicycles than we have room to store.
I dream of growing old,
and waking up Christmas morning to a house jam packed with grandkids,
and locking eyes with my hubby from across the room
and nodding in subtle agreement that
it was all totally worth it.
And because I want to make my dream a reality,
I will do it all over again,
and again,
and probably again.
But not today.
Today, I will kiss these smushy cheeks,
and I will count my blessings.
The REAL Reasons I'm Not Pregnant With No. 3
I'm scared.
I'm scared of how hard pregnancy is.
I'm scared of spending an entire 9 months hunched over a toilet,
of having a perpetual migraine, of being scared for a baby and his/her health all the time.
I'm scared people will think I'm weak,
that I'm not trying hard enough,
that I should just suck it up.
I'm scared the hub's business will suffer,
or that my dreams will be put on hold.
I am scared to gain too much weight again
And become fat and not attractive.
I'm scared I won't be able to give my toddler (toddlers for me lol)the attention they deserves.
I'm scared that the hubs will have too much stress picking up my slack.
I'm scared I won't smile as much,
or laugh as much,
or remember my blessings each day.
Because when I am pregnant,
I become a different person.
A person that I am not particularly fond of.
A person who doesn't want to get out of bed in the morning.
A person who can't bear the thought of being social,
of blow drying my hair or of putting on makeup.
Because when I am pregnant,
I become depressed.
And frustrated,
as I long to have the abilities,
the strength,
the energy
that I had before.
But I also have a dream.
A dream of a house full of kiddos,
arguing, and wrestling, and hugging and cuddling.
I dream of hectic weekday mornings dropping kids off at 3 different schools.
I dream of crazy Saturdays, running around between soccer games and baseball tournaments.
I dream of a full house, with bunk beds and toy chests
and more bicycles than we have room to store.
I dream of growing old,
and waking up Christmas morning to a house jam packed with grandkids,
and locking eyes with my hubby from across the room
and nodding in subtle agreement that
it was all totally worth it.
And because I want to make my dream a reality,
I will do it all over again,
and again,
and probably again.
But not today.
Today, I will kiss these smushy cheeks,
and I will count my blessings.
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