Why is it that all mothers out there have to feel pressure to “love” being pregnant, and that they must cherish it. I hate being pregnant but love my babies. I’ve been pregnant 6 times; 2 miscarriages, 3 live births, and 1 currently in the oven. I can say that I hated every single pregnancy except one of the miscarriages due to it taking place at 5 weeks. I was excited for each one, but still didn’t love it. They say all pregnancies are different, for me, no, they weren’t. I end up very sick, as in uncontrollable nausea followed by vomiting well into my second trimester. By the time that’s over with I’m now dealing with awful heartburn, the heartburn that keeps you awake at night. Oh wait, there’s more. Then you will struggle to breath and have to sit very erect in order to not feel a foot or knee in your lung. Your hips ache so badly that you toss and turn all night followed by 13 pee sessions. Nope I don’t love it. Oh and that statement “your glowing” no, that’s just my giant zit that’s glowing 🤦🏼‍♀️ Raise each other up, allow one another to freely feel without guilt. We all carry different, we all handle hormones differently, and we are all in different situations.