My first baby’s due date was the week before Halloween. That made my husband so excited, since it’s his favorite “holiday” and he couldn’t wait to initiate his firstborn into his passion for all things spooky. I was looking forward to dressing the baby in some teensy Star Wars costume, sure, but then Oct. 31 came and went and, well, no baby. Being almost 10 months pregnant on Halloween is the worst, not only because it dashed our dreams of celebrating with a new little creature, but because I spent the day worrying my water would break handing out fun sized Milky Ways to costume-clad children.
I never considered how having a baby might affect the everyday life stuff, but being pregnant on days like Halloween definitely illuminated how nothing is the same when there’s a kid on your mind (and in your body). I never thought much about where bathrooms are located before I had a kid in utero pressing on my bladder, and I definitely never thought about how my enjoyment of seasonal holidays, where you pay particular attention to your appearance, could affect me while pregnant, especially as someone dealing with body image issues.
I didn’t hate being pregnant, but it was kind of the worst on Halloween, for these reasons: