I am a Parent No. 2

I am a Parent is a personal collection of anecdotes, observations, and hard truths.

Being pregnant is 50% amazing and 50% hell.

The Good

There are many good things that come with being pregnant. From people offering their seats to you in crowded waiting rooms to a having a constant glow, which some may attribute to being sweaty all the time, but I like to think otherwise.

Throw in the fact that you are caring for a future human and the warm fuzzies can’t help but wash over you.

The Bad

Morning sickness. Evening sickness. All day sickness. Ugh. This is THE WORST. Not being able to keep anything down sucks. It’s like the morning after a crazy drunken night minus the funny anecdotes of your friends dancing on tables or fake numbering guys. But instead of one morning praying in front of the porcelain goddess, it’s three or four months.

Your hormones get knocked completely out of whack. You cry. ALL. THE. TIME. I’m not even kidding. Sometimes it’s because you can’t button your favorite jeans anymore. Other times it’s because you saw a commercial where a mother reunited with her family after being deployed overseas. Your sensitivity level is turned up to 11.

Then there are the cravings, which can be a blessing and a curse. With my first daughter, I was diagnosed with gestational diabetes. Basically, I had to monitor everything I ate and send that list to a nutritionist. I wanted to eat so much more than I was supposed to.

When I was about five months pregnant with her, my husband and I had plans to pass out Halloween candy at my older sister’s house. Just before we left I noticed a fast food chicken sandwich, still in its wrapper, sitting all alone on the blue recliner. My mind raced. How long has that been there? Is it from one of my brother’s friends who were just here? Can I eat it? No. No I can’t. But I really, really want to.

Evil Arbine (EA): Aww come on. It’s one sandwich Who’s gonna know?

Less Evil Arbine (LEA): YOU. You are going to know. And didn’t you just eat dinner?

EA: Yes. But it’s just sitting there. I don’t think anyone else is going to claim it. Plus, if I don’t eat it, it’s just going to go to waste. We can’t have that now, can we? Food waste is a really big problem in this country.

LEA: *sighing* Okay. Fine. But no more eating random food you find in the living room.

EA: Yassss. Deal.

Photo by Arbine Villanueva-Hoapili

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