by Jennifer Paul

Created on: January 07, 2010

People who say pregnancy is beautiful have never seen me in my pregnant state, I am the ugliest pregnant chick you will ever meet and for some reason it gets worse with each pregnancy. I had to stop at two for fear that my husband would leave me! I don't even get any of those comments that the beautiful pregnant people get like 'oh you’re glowing' or  ' you look so cute' no people  say things like 'you can't be that big already, are you having twins?' or 'you look like your mother'. You would think people would realize that in my hyper sensitive state that these comments might hurt my feelings. Some people keep there comments to themselves like this older lady at a nearby table in a restaurant I was in near the end of my second pregnancy. She leaned in to her friend across the table and said in her half deaf version of an inside voice, 'I had 10 Kids and I was never that big' then she turned to look at me and I swear she gave me a dirty look!

Pregnancy is not beautiful for so many other reasons like the retaining of fluids. In One month I gained 13 pounds of water and my hands and feet were extremely swollen not to mention my face, I looked like I was drowning from the inside out. I looked in the mirror as little as possible that’s how beautiful I felt. Then came the stretch marks, those are gorgeous aren’t they! Those dark red zigzaggety lines on your boobs and hips. My sister in law would ask me every time she saw me if she could look at my 'beautiful bump' finally one day I relented and showed her, she never asked again, hopefully I traumatized  her a little. I think the least beautiful thing about being pregnant is the large amounts of gas I experienced, the hemorrhoids, and the 3 am and 5am trips to the bathroom.

My sweet sweet husband said I was a beautiful pregnant lady  and I am just being self conscious, but he is just says that because he is  scared of me  and those  wild pregnancy hormones I had almost everyday. Man was I nasty. I had three emotions while I was pregnant; mad, sad, and jealous.  

Towards the end of my pregnancy I gave up shaving from the waist down because I couldn’t see anything down there anymore, I tried using a mirror to help me but my husband walked in on me and laughed for a week. Not Pretty! So I gave up and went o’natural for awhile.But at the end of it all ,after the little humans I made were all cleaned up and sleeping in my arms I saw the beauty  in pregnancy is what comes at the end of it. 

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