10 reasons I have a love-hate relationship with being pregnant

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Okay, first of all, HOLD ONTO YOUR UNDERWEAR, everyone.

I’m NOT pregnant.

And I’m NOT trying to get pregnant, either.

Well, I might be participating in some extra curricular activities that could GET me pregnant, but my husband and I never play said extracurricular activities unless there’s a goalie present, if you know what I mean.

But here’s the thing…

Up until about 2 weeks ago, I was, like, 90% sure I was one and done.

I just couldn’t face the idea of enduring morning sickness, maternity clothes, breastfeeding, sleepless nights, postpartum depression, and teething again.

But then my daughter turned 2 and became all fun and interactive, and my feelings started to change.

I lifted myself out of my postpartum funk.

We started to leave the house again.

I enrolled us into a bunch of mom-and-me classes.

We went on our first family vacation.

And things started to get easier.

Not easy, mind you.

Just easier.

So I started weighing the pros and cons.

And you know what?

I have a love-hate relationship with the idea of being pregnant again.

Pregnant woman sat on a bed eating a box of chocolates smiling

I loved having a free pass to eat as much as I wanted, whenever I wanted, without an ounce of guilt.
I hated that I couldn’t eat brie.

I loved waking up without a wine headache for well over a year.
I hated living in a constant state of fear that all of the wineries would dry up without my financial support.

I loved having 10 whole months where I could legitimately tell my husband I was more tired than he was.
I hated knowing that blissful feeling would soon come to an end.

I loved not having to suck in my stomach for 9 months.
I hated how long it took me to suck it back in after I gave birth.

I loved not having to wear buttons with pants for 9+ months.
I hated looking like a pile of rags all the time.

I loved having the chance to experience what it’s like to have boobs.
I hated how much smaller the girls became after 11+ months of breastfeeding.

I loved having an excuse to go shopping for a new wardrobe.
I hated everything about maternity clothes – the bows, the polka dots, the loud patterns. Everything.

I loved having an excuse not to do stuff around the house.
I hated how freaking long it took my husband to get around to doing everything on my ever-growing list.

I loved feeling my daughter moving around inside my belly.
I hated that she got the hiccups every single night when I crawled into bed. Every. Single. Night.

I loved that I never peed my pants when I was pregnant.
I hate that I did the other day. :(


I don’t feel any closer to making a decision.

What did YOU love and hate about being pregnant?


Gwen is a 40-something freelance writer and social media consultant who has an unhealthy love for makeup, hair, and fashion. She lives with her husband and 10-year-old daughter in Toronto, Canada and hopes to move to a warmer climate someday. Preferably tomorrow.