While usually complaining is something I think of myself as a master of, I really hate complaining about pregnancy. Or really, I try to avoid complaining about pregnancy to anyone outside of my husband, my mother, and my best girl friend.
Why? Because I remember when I wanted so badly to get pregnant and how much it stung to see and hear women bitch about being pregnant. There was one girl in particular I am friends with on Facebook that did nothing but complain about being pregnant, though she did note that her pregnancy was planned and that she was delighted about it. Each nasty complaint on Facebook drove me crazier and crazier, to the point I actually had her "hidden" from my Newsfeed for some time to avoid seeing her bitching.
Look, I get it. I'm currently sweating my ass off even though my thermostat says it's 69 degrees in here, and I've already taken two acetaminophen for back pain today. I get it.
But the thing is - when you hear people say they feel blessed to have gotten pregnant, to have stayed pregnant, and to be closer and closer to welcoming their new family member into their lives, they should mean it*. And with good things come some trade-offs. I really do feel blessed and honored nd grateful for the opportunity to carry a child, and to welcome a child into our family. And sometimes I feel paralyzed with fear that something could go wrong, and how terribly I would regret the complaints.
So pregnant ladies, the next time you update your status, or complain to a friend that may or may not be suffering from the invisible pain of struggling to get pregnant, or tweet a little complaint about pregnancy - remember how blessed you truly are. And take a moment and decide whether you really want to complain.
*This is not to say people who complain do not, in fact, feel blessed. However, perception is everything, and constant complaints make it hard to view someone as truly feeling grateful.