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How Big is your Bump?

How big is your bump?

31 weeks and 4 days.

Today I nearly lost my rag. So this I fear, will be a Rant of epic proportions.

I like to think that I am a women of patience, a women who rarely explodes and maintains a calm aurar. But after 31 and a half weeks of pregnancy I about lost the plot today. Biting my tongue is an understatement.

In this society we have an obsession with weight and beauty – shop stands are littered with magazines of size zero women, women who are ‘too curvy’ ‘not curvy enough’ ‘hips too wide, not wide enough’ ‘boobs too small, too big’ blah blah and everything in between. This is the pressure society puts on women who aren’t pregnant… Comments like this push teenagers to fast, binge and become anorexic or bulimic. The marketing and imagery pushed into mainstream media causes teenagers and young adults to have seriously damaged mindsets and views of their self image and body.

But when it comes to pregnancy, there seems to be this whole other level of opinion and views that general ‘people’ in society want to give and have over you.

‘People’ seem to think that its ok to pass open judgement and comments on your figure and size whilst your pregnant.

‘Oh your massive’

‘what do you mean you STILL have 8 weeks to go? Oh my god your going to be huge’

‘oh your tiny’

‘what a neat little bump you have’

‘god your going to have an enormous baby aren’t you’

After 31 weeks of this bullshit, I am really genuinely sick and fucking tired of people making comments about my size. What the fuck makes people think they have the right to pass such openly RUDE judgement on my size and shape. Why is it ok for them to tell me I’m ‘huge’ or ‘tiny’ or anything in between JUST because I’m pregnant. You wouldn’t turn around to a young women and tell her she was massive or tiny, or anything – you don’t say it, so seriously now what is it about being pregnant that makes people think they have the right to say whatever the fuck comes into their head?

The detrimental effect it is having on my mindset is horrendous – I had a poor self image before I was pregnant and was most concerned about how I was going to look and the awful stretch marks that would appear and whether or not I would feel fat and could I get rid of the weight after and blah blah blah. But I get a daily onslaught of judgements and comments from the general public or people in lifts in corridors and it is exhausting. I am tired of having to listen to what other people think about my size and weight and shape. I am struggling to maintain my sanity and sane perspective on the fact that I AM pregnant, which means I will have a bump and a few stretch marks and it will take time to lose the weight but lots of other women do it, so I can too, but I cannot place ‘societies’ expectations on myself – I will lose the weight as and when I lose it, and its fine, its ok.

I know that every women who has ever been pregnant will have experienced this – so I am wondering what witty quips you all came up with to counter those rude and ignorant arseholes out there….??

Week 22 – attack of the stretch mark

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This is my 22 week shot – few days late – but the photo was taken at the right time.

This week has spelt the first onslaught of stretch marks. I want to cry. I have been feverishly rubbing Bio Oil into my skin a minimum of once a day and most of the time twice a day when I remember. I have tried to stay hydrated and done all the things i can. But I have two dots appearing on one hip one on the other, and the start of a very faint stretchmark in the middle of my stomach. I am so upset.

I am not massively vane or anything but I do try to take care of myself, and I like to look and feel good, and this was the one thing I was terrified about. I know theres nothing I can do but I was so desperate for this not to happen, that now having this many start appearing im not only horrified, but can feel myself getting really upset and down about it. I dont want to feel unattractive, and no matter how many of those face book posts showing a heavily scarred bellys and beautiful poems or statements about love and babies – it doesn’t help. I feel ugly and unattractive, and then guilty because I should be grateful I even got pregnant.

:*(