Fibs, fudges, stretches of the truth… Call them what you want but I’ve been telling them. My name is Leanne and I’m a pregnancy lia-holic. It’s true. Whether it’s the pressure to be a perfect mom-to-be or receive extra attention, these fibs have been escaping my pregnant lips for the past 9 months. I decided to share my dishonesty with the world in an attempt to help others feel less guilty about these untruths.
Question: “How are you feeling?”
Answer: “Great! Just waiting for the little bundle of joy to arrive”
Truth: I’m hoping it arrives EARLY! Swollen everything, frequent trips to the restroom, heartburn, insomnia, hot flashes… and the list goes on and on and on… and on.
Question: “What are you having?“
Answer: “I don’t care as long as it’s healthy.”
Truth: I have my heart set on a girl and my husband wants a boy. Perfectly normal for us to want that, right?
Question: “How much weight have you gained?”
Answer: “Not too much. I don’t know really know the exact number.”
Truth: I know exactly how much I’ve gained in total. Let’s just say this number is not my friend.
Question: “Isn’t being pregnant great?”
Answer: “Yes, I looooooove being pregnant.
Truth: Sometimes but right now, I hate it. I can’t fit into any of my clothes or any of my shoes. My skin is uneven so my makeup looks weird. And I can’t see my feet when I look down. What’s so great about that?
Question: “Have you picked out a name?”
Answer: “Not yet. There are so many to choose from!”
Truth: Yes but I just don’t want to tell YOU.
“Moms in the making” try to make their pregnancy seem perfect, when in reality, it’s not. Not even close. Maybe we lie to make ourselves feel better or maybe it’s to make others think we’re tough. We can handle it. No big deal. We’re born to do this, right? Well I’m sick of it and I’ve decided that I’m ready to let the world know that with 5 weeks to go, I feel miserable! I’m not going to pretend that my underwear isn’t damp and my wedding rings aren’t digging into my finger. I’m not going to pretend that hair growth on my entire body isn’t out of control and that I don’t need to tweeze my face every other day. Nope. Not me. I’m going to be brutally honest. I’m going to tell that person that I feel like a mess. When are you due? Oh five weeks, I mean four weeks, 3 days and counting.
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