Pregnancy, I've decided, is like puberty all over again .Forgive my frankness, and breaking taboo, but really now, despite my impertinence I wonder if you've thought of this too? Certainly the payoff is better. I mean, you come out of it with a beautiful, screaming, pooping child of cuteness. Whereas, with the thing that happens that's supposed to make you a teenager, you just come out of it confused and crazy, thinking yourself so much older than you are. But humor me a second and think of the similarities!
Let's think about this. Pregnant women like me, have these things called hormones that go crazy, cloud their judgement, and making them emotional time bombs. (no offense to those lovely graceful pregnant women who never lost their temper in a fit of tears. I'm not writing about you anyway.) When I start crying or getting angry for no apparent reason, forgetting to screw on my head in the morning, worrying about everything and feeling out of control, I think I'm just going crazy, like I'm riding a roller coaster that's out of control, but then I remember being 13. Then I remember, I have ridden this roller coaster before!
The mirror even greets me with a stunning reflection. My body is changing, and I can't make it stop! And look there on my face! It's an ugly, stupid, annoying, picture-ruining pimple...right there! What a pain to be changing. I'm sore, and so tired, and I'm kind of embarrassed to be growing so different from the appearance I'm accustomed to seeing. Of course I'm eager to see what the results will be, but it's awkward and frightening, the time in between. Sometimes I think that this is so different, I can't possibly know what to do, Then I remember being 13. Then I remember, I've ridden this roller coaster before!
Then I start thinking how thankful I am. I rode a roller coaster called puberty once. It was crazy and it was fun, but it was scary and annoying too. I was glad when I got off of it. I sort of thought it might have been pointless though, but now I can see it wasn't pointless at all! That one was crazy but it was just one of the many I'll ride in this life. This one's called pregnancy, and it's crazy, but fun. It's scary and annoying. I can't wait to get off, but unlike the last one, I know this one will end. So, I can have myself a darn good old time while a scream, and worry, and cry!
Bring it on Pregnancy, you can't bring me down!
Let's think about this. Pregnant women like me, have these things called hormones that go crazy, cloud their judgement, and making them emotional time bombs. (no offense to those lovely graceful pregnant women who never lost their temper in a fit of tears. I'm not writing about you anyway.) When I start crying or getting angry for no apparent reason, forgetting to screw on my head in the morning, worrying about everything and feeling out of control, I think I'm just going crazy, like I'm riding a roller coaster that's out of control, but then I remember being 13. Then I remember, I have ridden this roller coaster before!
The mirror even greets me with a stunning reflection. My body is changing, and I can't make it stop! And look there on my face! It's an ugly, stupid, annoying, picture-ruining pimple...right there! What a pain to be changing. I'm sore, and so tired, and I'm kind of embarrassed to be growing so different from the appearance I'm accustomed to seeing. Of course I'm eager to see what the results will be, but it's awkward and frightening, the time in between. Sometimes I think that this is so different, I can't possibly know what to do, Then I remember being 13. Then I remember, I've ridden this roller coaster before!
Then I start thinking how thankful I am. I rode a roller coaster called puberty once. It was crazy and it was fun, but it was scary and annoying too. I was glad when I got off of it. I sort of thought it might have been pointless though, but now I can see it wasn't pointless at all! That one was crazy but it was just one of the many I'll ride in this life. This one's called pregnancy, and it's crazy, but fun. It's scary and annoying. I can't wait to get off, but unlike the last one, I know this one will end. So, I can have myself a darn good old time while a scream, and worry, and cry!
Bring it on Pregnancy, you can't bring me down!
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