Anyone who has ever been pregnant can vouch for this – pregnant women deserve no less than a VVIP treatment. But that is the thing I sort of dread. Yes, I like the pampering part but when it goes overboard, I feel overwhelmed. It’s hard enough to go through the changes and dealing with people’s opinions only makes the matters worse.
All of a sudden, you are the center of the universe. Everything you do or say determines what kind of a mother you will be. For instance, if you are the cautious kind, you get the “mother of the year” trophy and if you want to be just yourself, people start lecturing you on how to be more careful.
So, as soon as I announced to everyone around me that I was expecting, suddenly my pregnancy was all that was cared about. Even before people asked me how I was doing, they would shoot a “so which month?” question. The events unfurled in such a way that instead of beaming with pride about my special news, I started getting reclusive about the whole thing. There was plethora of advice from what I should be eating to how I should be sitting.
While there are some like me who advise me to simply enjoy this time, there are several others who are so well informed that they consider themselves to be the Gynecologists. And those are the people you need to stay away from if you are the callous kind for they will inculcate so much into your brain that you would spend your free maternity time ‘googling’ everything.
But all said and done, the biggest nuisance comes from people who tell you how your life has ended and that you are no more the fun couple of the group. Some even go the distance to tell you that your sex life will take a hit once the baby arrives. I mean perhaps these things are true but haven’t you picked the wrong time to be telling this crap? (P.S – You might think that I’m over reacting a bit here but some things are best experienced and not told)
The other nuisance of course is with people telling you all the time how to behave now that you are a mother, how you need to be more mature. There’s no wonder I had to resort to telling people that “hey, I’m only pregnant and not a cancer patient”.