I’m not going to say that EVERYTHING about pregnancy is great. I’ve had a jammed sciatic nerve on and off for the past four months or so and it is definitely not something I am grateful for. I had a massage a month ago that really relieved the nagging pain but it’s come back the last few nights to haunt my sleep once again and the pregnancy massage lady is finished for the year, damn and blast it all!
But there are a few things I do enjoy about pregnancy. My hair, for instance.
Usually, you could collect the shed hair on the bathroom floor on a weekly basis and weave a decent sized rug from it … if you were that way inclined.
I had to wash it every couple of days (further exacerbating the shedding issue) as it would quickly become stringy and flat and generally cruddy-looking. If I had the time, the inclination and the moon in proper alignment (and a red-hot hair curler), it would get a bit of wave and look halfway decent for a day and a half. But for all intents and purposes, my hair and I are generally not great mates.
But how do I love pregnancy hair? Let me count the ways …
- I don’t have to wash it for at least seven days … once I even stretched it out to nine days by putting it up for the last two.
- When I do wash it, I just let it dry naturally and voila! It looks glossy and wavy for days.
- A simple brush in the morning and I’m ready for the outside world.
- No great handfuls plugging up the shower drain.
- No bathroom floor coated with masses of shed hair.
Another thing I love is my bump. Even though she’s getting rather heavy to carry around all day and turning in my sleep resembles a walrus flopping from one side to the other whilst suntanning on a rock, it is a very physical reminder of our good fortune.
And I don’t have to worry about sucking my gut in when out in public …
I also adore her kicks and wriggles – and lately what I am pretty sure are hiccups. Even the hectic jumping around like a frog in a sock last thing at night and first thing in the morning is lovely … even if my internal organs do get the occasional breath-taking wallop!
My nails should also get an honorable mention. Strong and quick to grow, they’ve never looked so good! I’m pretty sure my toenails are not bad as well … although it’s hard to see them now.
Oh, and there’s my skin. I’m pretty sure a fair percentage of my wrinkles have smoothed out on my face. At first I thought it was just that my eyesight was getting crappier (which it is, to be honest) but even with my glasses on, the crows feet and forehead wrinkles are definitely fainter than six months ago. Woo!
So there you go. Whilst I look like a giant eggplant in my new purple maternity swimwear, there are bonuses to being pregnant!
Merry Christmas everyone!