I have a confession to make, and it’s not one of those silly cutesy confessions, sadly.
Sara snapped this pic of me in Arizona while I was shell hunting with the kids, and while my first thought should have been “oh so fun, a pic of awesome memories with her kiddos!”, my thoughts instead jumped right to holy. fucking. shit… my thighs are NOT carrying pregnancy well AT ALL.
And they aren’t, that much is true. But it bothers me that instead of focusing on the beauty of pregnancy and ALL the parts that come with it – the good, the bad, and the seemingly ugly – I zeroed in on a massive flaw.
Pregnancy has changed my body a LOT, and I have struggled with this change a little more than I’d like to admit, because for 36+ years my weight has never fluctuated much if at all; I’ve always been proportionate and petite.
That’s just what I know.
But I’m here experiencing the. very. best. reason to gain weight.
I’m here experiencing the. very. best. reason for body changes.
I’m here experiencing the. very. best. reason for growth, and fatigue, and perhaps even some discomfort.
And so I checked myself and I thanked her for this picture. And I hope someday I’ll look back on this and remember all the adventures I took my baby on in utero, and smile instead of focusing on any flaws.
Because again, while I have fleeting moments that challenge me, I am SO VERY grateful to be able to experience pregnancy, and I will do better with giving my body a break as it continues with the hardest, yet most rewarding thing it has ever experienced.
Were you critical of your body during pregnancy?