I haven’t revealed it on the blog-o-sphere yet, but yes, I am pregnant–about six months along today. And maybe it had to do with all of my fiery posts and advice. Being sassy and classy led to me unexpectedly becoming a soon-to-be mommy. I must have not taken my own advice about contraceptives, lol.
I remember the first day I found out I was pregnant. Not only did I sit in the bathroom and stare at those two pink lines for 30 minutes as my little toddler cousin banged on the door asking me to hurry, but I remember telling myself I was going to be secretive about it and never really talk/write about it.
And for six months I did talk about it and post sonogram pics, but I refused to write. It might have been because I didn’t want to show my anxiety (and depression at times–it’s an emotional roller coaster) or even my corny excitement. Yeah, I have those pregnancy apps on my iPhone and I look at my sonogram picture every day. And yes, I talk to my belly when no one is around. And yes, on social networks I refer to my baby as “my baby girl” already. So I guess I am what they call a Facebook mom. So what’s your point?
And what’s the point of this post? Well, just like those celebrity moms, I am obsessing over potential stretch marks, saggy mom boobs and wrinkly tummies. But after reading other bloggers’ opinions about how the media is tormenting Jessica Simpson about getting her post-baby bod back, I just had to put my two cents in and tell the media, go to hell. Jessica just pushed a 9 lb. 13 oz. baby out of her vagina (or c-section, whatever, it’s still birth). Please, shut the f*** up. And Guiliana Rancic, how about you help Jessica by taking some of her baby weight for yourself. We can’t all be a model of the skeletal system. (Not even sure if she said anything, but I know she will on E! News and I just have this weird aversion to her anyway so…).
Yes, Jessica blew up. She gained a lot of weight. But instead of us interviewing her about her plans as a new mom, her baby, maybe her advice as a parent etc., we are immediately asking how she is going to come out on the red carpet looking like Alessandra Abrosio and Beyonce did post baby. We ask the same day she gives birth. When she got pregnant, we asked why she was so fat. The media is destroying our idea of pregnancy. Yeah, we all want to be MILFS, but the fact is it doesn’t always work that way and definitely not a few days after birth. If someone were to ask me what my first plan was after giving birth it would be A. to get my baby to latch on so I can save a ton of money not buying formula (and keeping her very healthy), B. getting her on a damn sleep schedule that works for both of us and C. bonding with her.
Of course I am going to the gym eventually and trying things out during my pregnancy too. I am 23 and I want to stay fit, but that is not the first thing on my mind. I am thinking of those mommy duties I am so nervous about, not losing weight (and yes, occasionly I am thinking of having a drink after this, since I’ve been prego through New Years Eve, my birthday, Cinco De Mayo and basically will be prego the whole summer–go ahead, judge me). But the point is that the media needs to stop trying to eradicate the evidence of pregnancy from day 1 after giving birth. Having a baby is something women should embrace–we are the only ones who can do it! We don’t have to hide that we just had a baby or be ashamed of it. We all want to look good, but the fact is it is not as important as the media makes it seem and it is sometimes impossible. There’s a reason why the hottest moms are celebrities. It’s about having the perfect plastic surgeon!
Wrapping up my intro, I want to say that getting pregnant is the most amazing thing that’s happened to me whether the timing was right or not. I can’t wait to meet my daughter and become her mother and best friend. At first, it was the opposite. I dreaded it. I looked at pregnancy as a curse because I was simply not prepared. But the first day I saw her on that screen it all went away. Sure, I am an emotional wreck at times–that pregnant woman stereotype–and I am so. damn. scared of everything this will bring, yes even the body image issues.
But as I read these silly articles everyday I tell myself whether I’m a bad b**** after pregnancy or a chunky mom with saggy boobs (who can still be a bad b****) I’ll tell you one thing, there’s a miracle inside of me that will always be exciting. Tits and ass get old as we grow with age, but bonds between parents and kids do not. I’d rather have my daughter tell me I’m beautiful and that she loves me than some pervert whistle at me while I’m walking down the street. That’s what we regular women think about, OK paparazzi?