What pregnancy really looks like is not pretty. When a kind friend posted the following comment on one of my pregnancy photos, I knew I was guilty of fraud: "You make pregnancy look good!"
I need to rectify that because if you lived with me or if you have ever been pregnant, then you know the real truth. Pregnancy is really, really hard. It is not graceful or pretty. 'Want proof? Watch me try to get to a standing position after sitting on the floor. Or a chair. Or the couch.
What pregnancy really looks like can't be seen in a picture. See that big belly up there? Let's talk about that. Sure, sure. It looks cute now in proportion because it's baby-filled. What you're not noticing is my hugely pregnant butt and the massive expansion happening in my thighs. But guess what? In about a week or so, that baby is coming out and when my belly is smaller, that butt and those thighs are going to gain prominence. Pregnancy is not about having a shape. Pregnancy is about having shapes, plural. And those shapes are not fun to dress.
Pregnancy looks like an unbalanced woman running to the bathroom ten times every hour with an urgency that should only be present when lava or gunmen are chasing you down.
Pregnancy looks like winces and sounds likes gasps with every uncomfortable, competitive move with a baby who has an idea she should go this way when you want to go the other way. It looks the worry of, "Damn, did I just squeeze her foot between my rib cage trying to get up from this couch?"
Pregnancy looks like a wandering pillow moved under this leg, beneath that knee, behind that back and thrown across the room with an, "Oh, did I just hit my husband? Good, now he's uncomfortable, too."
Pregnancy looks like emptied Tums, Omeprazole, and Zofran bottles - also probably thrown across the room. Maybe at someone.
Pregnancy looks like late night, panicked trips to the hospital because did we feel the baby move today?
Pregnancy looks like slumped shapes watching tv on the couch, half-open eyes on Taylor Swift's tiny little body - a body that has no idea the sort of stretching and tiredness and absolute impatience it is capable of. (Insert funny shake-it-off aside. I'm too tired to come up with a good one).
Pregnancy looks like twelve tabs open on the computer all detailing sketchy ways a woman at 39 weeks might induce labor.
Pregnancy looks like me bitch-slapping someone who sing-songs, "Sleep now because you won't get much sleep when the baby gets here." (Seriously, everyone, stop saying that. Just stop.)
Pregnancy looks like I have to get off the computer now because sitting this long is hugely uncomfortable because that foot is stuck in my rib cage and seriously, I think when they try to take her out, they are going to have to yank because seriously, I think that foot is truly caught in my ribcage.