I hated being pregnant. There, I said it and it feels wonderful to get off my chest. I've experienced two complete pregnancies, each one it's own form of fiery hell. Between the morning (read: all day) sickness, mandatory bed rest, swollen everything, and heart burn that would make a grown-ass man cower, I'm beyond happy to be past all that. Admittedly, however, I do miss the things you can only get away with when you're pregnant, because apparently it's not OK to cut the the front of the bathroom line otherwise. Who knew?
When I first thought of pregnancy, before it happened, my immediate response was to cower in the face of all the sacrifices I'd have to make and how much would change (for better or worse). It never occurred to me all the wonderfully amazing things I'd be delighted by (and get away with). I became a walking, talking special circumstance, not swayed by what was deemed "publicly acceptable" because I was pregnant. I mean, you can't tell a pregnant woman she can't have a third piece of cheesecake at the Cheesecake Factory. It's just not a thing.
By the time I had a 5-year-old daughter and was pregnant with my son, I was too tired to pretend I didn't know the way it worked and actually looked forward to all the stuff I'd be able to do as a pregnant woman. Let's face it, aside from all the discomfort, pregnancy is a pretty solid time to get your way. Need a new laptop? How about a house cleaning? Done and done, but only because you're pregnant. Oh, what a time to be alive!