I started this blog when I got knocked up with my first. I felt so alone those first few weeks, when nobody except my husband and my best friend knew. The life growing inside me—or, more accurately, the way this new life was making me feel—was dominating my every thought and action, and I felt trapped in my secret. I hated nodding silently when a waiter responded to my mocktail order with with “Oh, you’re driving tonight?” or when concerned people “diagnosed” me with the flu. I wanted to scream, “NO! I feel like death because I’m growing a new life!”
I went looking for camaraderie on the internet (where else?!) and went deep into internet holes of slideshows about prenatal nutrition and what to worry about, when. But I didn’t want practical tips for dealing with
morning all day sickness and stretch marks and hormonal rages: I was looking for some sort of signal that I was not alone. Something beyond “suck it up, sister, the miracle of life more than compensates for how you’re feeling,” or “keep some saltines by your bed, and nibble them when you wake up.”
I wanted entrance into the secret sisterhood of the newly pregnant who weren’t yet Facebook official, and to feel validated for taking my first nap of the day at 9:30am, or eating nothing but potato chips and pasta for weeks.
Mostly, though, this is my outlet. Come along for the ride. And if you’re not currently expecting, then, for the love of god, please pour yourself a road soda.