For all you Mamas-to-be pregnant over Christmas. I thought I’d share with you how I was feeling this time last year:
You know when you can’t have something – you want it even more? Well that’s how I’m feeling about all the things I can’t have during pregnancy.
I’m not a big drinker, so I didn’t think it would bother me not to drink for a few months. The first half of 2011 was particularly busy with birthday’s, wedding’s and hen parties – including my own hen party and wedding – so when I first found out I was pregnant I was quite relieved I had a good excuse not to drink. But little did I know how hard it would be.
I’ve made the decision not to drink anything while I’m pregnant. There are too many mixed messages about whether or not it can harm your baby, so rather than stress about the ‘what ifs’ I’m staying well away. Which is absolutely fine – until I’m surrounded by lots of other people drinking. Not only does the smell get right up my, over sensitive, nostrils, but it makes me want a cold, crisp glass of wine more than anything (even more than chocolate!) – and I can think of nothing but!
Then there’s the food! My favourite foods just happen to be all the things I can’t have. Sushi, pate, brie, camembert… to name a few! It’s not until you can’t have this stuff that they become the only things you can see on a menu, or that you really fancy!
To make matters worse I’m usually in a zombie-trance, using match sticks to keep my eyes open. It doesn’t make me much of a dinner guest. To others I just seem like a miserable cow, who doesn’t want to be there. It appears, unless you’re going through the same thing at the same time it’s easy to forget and even easier not to understand.
To make it a bit easier on myself, and others, I’m avoiding evening socials, opting instead for lunch time meet ups to avoid the temptation – and disappointment! To be honest, the only place I really want to be is at home with my husband, or tucked up in bed.
It’s a small price to pay for what we get at the end of it! xx
Reading this brings back so many emotions. I remember this feeling like the end of the world and feeling so alone because no one seemed to understand. My best advice would be to talk about it. No matter how daft it seems, getting things out in the open and a hug can make all the difference. And I stand by my final sentence – it really was a small price to pay for the end result – and I wouldn’t change a thing! xx