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I have to confess, and I dare say that it will probably be bad for me: I do not have it loved to be pregnant.
And I hate to say it. I've been dreaming since childhood I'm a mother and every time I started to swear after my husband and my pregnancy, I would cry. That's why I feel guilty because I've felt, thought, written or said these words.  Let me explain: My first three and a half months of pregnancy were absolutely miserable. Usually I started throwing up in the morning, a few days up to five times, and my throat burned. I had a bucket next to my bed and sofa just in case I could not get into the bathroom. (At least Amy Schumer can get in touch with that?)
The smells bothered me. The food I once loved ̵
In the months four and five I found a brief relief. The nausea and vomiting finally stopped, but another surprise was imminent: it was spring and allergy season. I live in the Italian countryside, surrounded by trees, plants and flowers. Sounds good, right?
Not so much. I have always suffered from seasonal allergies, but my pregnancy forbade me to take my prescription allergy meds. As a result, I woke up in the middle of the night with my nose so that I could barely breathe. I blew my nose, lay down and tried to fall asleep again, just so that my nose ran like a tap in two minutes. My eyes itched and burned. I would take up to three showers a day to remove the pollen from me. I stayed a few days just to stay outside.
Once I reached the mark for six months, the extra weight in my stomach really hurt my back. Sitting was uncomfortable, but then it was. Even walking the stairs in my house was a serious job now – a special shame since I got up in the middle of the night to pee five (or more!) Times and completely disrupt my sleep. (These are pregnancy tips that may help.)
Forget about the classic gastrointestinal problems of gasoline, constipation, and heartburn: I spent so much time in the bathroom that my husband started using it. My office.
Then came the summer, and summer meant heat. And I have a terrible relationship with heat. I almost fainted several times from intense heat, mainly because of my low blood pressure. Unfortunately, it was much worse during pregnancy. I would be out with my big, pregnant belly, and suddenly I would feel extremely reckless and sit down and quickly get some protein or sugar in me.
Before you have the wrong idea, let me clarify something: Sometimes I really loved to be pregnant. I loved going to the doctor every month to see our daughter grow. I loved feeling her move inside me and put my hand on my stomach to feel all her kicks and kicks. I loved it when my husband kissed me with my belly. I loved it when my friends (and even strangers!) Touched my belly. Blame on my mood, the hormones fluctuate for the roller coaster of feelings. (There are even more fun ways pregnancy can change your body.)
However, the pregnancy turned out to be a lot harder for me than I expected. So many of my friends had survived the pregnancy without any trouble, and of course I assumed that my experience would be the same.
Of course I know that everyone's pregnancy is different, but I feel different. In reality, pregnancy is rarely as you see it so often in movies and magazines. I did not glow constantly while wearing flirtatious dresses with a perfectly painted face – I wore the same maternity dress (because it was the only comfortable I had), my hair in a knot (to hide the fact that I was not me washed it and my face was framed by huge sunglasses (to cover up the fact that I had stopped wearing makeup).
Although I wish I was more pregnant than myself, I am no less grateful How happy I am I know some women who would do anything to have a baby, and I realize how happy I am that my pregnancy, although brutal, had no more serious complications.
In the end I regret It's all worth it When I gave birth to my daughter in September and she showed me to her for the first time, with wide-open eyes and black hair, my memories of how hard my pregnancy was faded away. And at that moment I knew: I was ready to pursue my plan, to give her a sibling.