What I miss about life before pregnancy

Ok, most people in my situation would be writing about what they miss most about their husband who is half way across the world. But I will do that another time, perhaps after he’s come home and gone back, since I miss everything about him the most.

No, today is what I miss most about my pre-pregnancy body/life. Once MacKenzie is born, you’ll probably hear all of the reasons I miss being pregnant. But in my current state, I think this is most appropriate.

I miss wearing my wedding ring. I’ve had this silver “place holder” on my left hand since the end of March.

I miss bending at the waist, although I do a pretty good job of bending from the hips if I spread my legs apart far enough, or lift one in the process.

I miss sleeping on my stomach. I have commandeered about every pillow in the house to make a “bowl” for my tummy, and yet, I still sleep in a contorted side-lying position that makes whichever unfortunate bottom leg fall asleep.

I miss being able to hold in my pee. I never had to drink as much water as I do now, or at least I never did drink as much water as I do now, I never had the pressure on my bladder and I hear that will get worse before it gets better.

Getting a continuous night’s sleep; this definitely will get worse before it gets better. At least now, I can go back to bed after I wake up.

I miss liking the house temperature around 76 degrees. I’ve been keeping it at 74, but it’s still kind of hot.

I miss being able to move a piece of furniture without calling in a bunch of friends for help. I definitely don’t miss mowing the lawn!

I miss the flawless skin on my stomach, and the intact hiney. Unfortunately, I think I need to kiss both of those goodbye forever.

I miss being able to scrub the bottom of my own feet. Now, the luxury of a pedicure has become a necessity.

I miss reaching my back and my back side. You never know how much you take this for granted until it becomes such a challenge.

I also miss being able to easily dress myself. Shorts and underwear – well, let’s just say I’ve developed my own “maternity yoga” program for this. Fortunately, flip flops have made shoes a non-issue.

I miss conversations that don’t include pregnancy, children, hemorrhoids, stretch marks, breastfeeding, diapers, sleep patterns, due dates, and being anywhere that someone doesn’t ask me if I’m due any day now.

I miss being able to turn my body in the car to see where I am going when I back out of a parking spot. There’s not a lot of give under these ribs….

Anyone who has ever been pregnant understands that while being pregnant, bodily functions become topics of everyday conversation, because there is so much "magic" happening all the time. In light of that new knowledge, I am not embarassed to say that I miss pooping once a day instead 3 - 5 times per day. (although, I can't complain about any constipation - for sure! Go Lean Crunch!)