I always heard that when women get pregnant they get this glow about them that makes them stunning or irresistible to others. I’m throwing down the bullshit card here. Through the years I’ve run into a handful of preggo women, and never did I see them having this so called glow. They looked normal, if not a little tired/haggard. Their hair was usually a little fuller, true, but other than that they just looked normal if not bigger due to the baby inside them.
Finally being preggo myself I’ve, for the most part, only felt varying degrees of misery. And the only person(s) who seem to think I have a glow are my hubby and my parents. My skin is NOT clearer. While my hair is fuller it is also oilier. I’m exhausted most of the day even when I finally get decent sleep. (Which is rare!!) Something always aches, either it be my back, my shoulders, or my stomach. If I don’t take my heartburn meds I have horrible stomach acid that usually leads to morning sickness. When I look in the mirror I still see the same girl, just miserable.
All of this leads me to think that it’s not so much that you have a glow, but the idea of what is inside you that makes people say you have a glow about you. They have love blinders on. They are either so in love with you, or with the idea of you being pregnant that they start seeing this glow about you. Basically it’s all in their heads. Preginsanity. At first I found it sweet that my hubby gave me the love-struck looks. But now recognizing it for what it is, him simply in love with the idea that I’m carrying his kid, I have mixed feelings. It makes me feel not like an individual anymore, but some sort of vessel. Of course there is more to it than that, but it’s so complex that I really don’t know how to begin to describe it. For now I’ll just accept his love and try not to look into deeper meanings and what not. But as for the articles about pregnancy glow, they can go fuck themselves. As can those few women who say they felt amazing during their pregnancy. First, you are probably lying. Second, aren’t you just special??? (Note: Yes, that’s sarcasm.) Honestly, no one wants to hear about how perfect you or your pregnancy is going. Most of us want to hear from the other poor women who are just as miserable. That way we can nod our heads and feel satisfied that we aren’t alone in our woes. Selfish as it may be, it connects us as a whole. Welcome to the sisterhood!