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Some women feel their sexiest, healthiest and most fabulous when they're pregnant. They revel in the very idea that there's life growing inside them and flaunt their growing curves in low-cut tops and skinny maternity jeans. They gain the right amount of weight and dutifully attend prenatal yoga classes, never once complaining about how much they miss playing tennis or sleeping on their stomachs.
I was not one of these women. At least not all the way through the pregnancy.
The gals who say they revel in reproduction the most are often the famous ones -- you know, the ones who have endured starvation diets for years in order to stay so famously svelte and suddenly have free rein to eat actual food. The ones who feel like they’re supposed to say they love every minute of pregnancy lest their fans accuse them of being (gasp!) narcissistic and shallow.
The truth is, most of us don't love pregnancy every single day. And some of us don't like much about it most days. Going through it is like being on a rollercoaster: Up one week and down the next. But singer Lily Allen is being more honest about her pregnancy highs and lows. Just last week, Allen said expecting made her constantly fearful. And this week, she's waxing poetic.
“My boobs are incredible," she told London's Mirror. "I’m a 34D now. I’ve never had that size before."
In addition to enjoying her buxom new bust line, the English recording artist apparently is grateful for the forced break from her former party-girl lifestyle.
“I’m enjoying procreating... I’m not missing smoking, drinking and going out. It’s made me realise a lot about some people I used to hang out with."
I'm with Allen: The miracle-of-procreation idea is pretty incredible when you stop to think about it, and no feeling on earth can compare to those first fluttery butterfly kicks inside your belly. And it definitely helps to remember that when you’re constantly out of breath from performing taxing tasks like talking on the phone, your ankles look like waterlogged tree trunks, you can't find a comfortable position to sit or lie in to save your life, and you can’t eat the cheeseburgers you’re craving because the resulting heartburn is unbearable.
Of course there’s no question that I’d endure the pain, the sacrifice, the hair loss, the sleep deprivation, the ungodly flatulence, and the holy hell of labor and delivery a thousand times over for each of my perfect, beautiful, amazing daughters. I’m just glad I don’t have to.
What were your favorite -- and least favorite -- things about being pregnant? Chime in below!