tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686997867572223504.post2494066400721997420..comments2023-10-02T06:42:39.541-04:00Comments on musings of a montreal doula: When Pregnancy BlowsAnonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06059951273542374898noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686997867572223504.post-69981589677836857632011-11-24T09:20:22.561-05:002011-11-24T09:20:22.561-05:00Amen to your article. I was one of those vomiting...Amen to your article. I was one of those vomiting from conception to delivery. Even though my pregnancy was a pregnancy from hell, I was blessed with short deliveries to two healthy babies. Post partum haunted me forever. So your so right some pregnancies blow.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5686997867572223504.post-5306357504915805102011-11-24T00:35:52.645-05:002011-11-24T00:35:52.645-05:00I completely agree. While I wasn't bedridden, ...I completely agree. While I wasn't bedridden, was never sick, and generally had a "healthy" pregnancy, I hated every single second of my first 2 pregnancies. I couldn't even look in a mirror my first pregnancy I hated my body so much. And I felt guilty, especially since I all I had ever wanted was to have babies! I hurt all over, I looked like a beached whate, felt like my "ladyparts" were going to explode, and my tailbone was ruined. I also turned into a complete biatch. But I didn't complain, and looking back, I had terrible post partum, especially with my second. Fortunately, my third was much better, mostly because I recognized my feelings and found a much better support system.haha there that is my rant :)christanoreply@blogger.com