I was one of those people who loved being pregnant.
LOVED it. The feeling of being a goddess. The bump. The way everyone wanted to touch the bump. The excitement. The kicks. The count-down. I litereally felt I could easily be pregnant for ever and keep loving it – until about week 36 – and then, just like that, I was over it.
SO over it. Suddenly I felt more giant lump, less goddess. I started missing my normal clothes. I longed to be able to sleep on my front again, eat more than a few spoonfuls without feeling like I was about to explode, breathe without feeling like I had to untangle elbows and knees from my solar plexus first.
In other words; I was ready for this baby to get the heck out.
This, it seems, is also the case for Whiteney Port, who’s refreshingly candid take on pregnancy has been hilariously (and adorably) been captured on her Instagram over the last few months.
We applaud Whitney for shedding some light on the often downplayed side of pregnany, of daring to admit that she, like so many other women, while loving their babies, pretty much felt the opposite about the actual pregnancy.
In her ‘I love my baby, but I hate pregnancy’ video series (filmed by her husband), the designer has candidly documented the unpleasant side effects of each trimester, and now on the home-stretch, Whitney recently posted a video featuring herself talking about just how exhausted being in the third trimester has left her.
The former reality star admits that she hardly recognizes her hands and feet due to the bloating, is insatiably hungry, overly tired, and a bit anxious at the thought of giving birth and having everything prepared for their little one.
“The hunger has struck again!” her caption reads. “But this time I am just giving in to eating everything I want and not feeling an ounce of guilt about it. Who else is with me?”