Dear People,

Maybe your forgot. Maybe you had the Instagram worthy pregnancy. I don’t know.

But FYI, not everyone has great pregnancies. I’m on my 3rd with one positive that I never held. And the fact is, I mostly despise being pregnant. But I love being a mommy.

Not everyone has cute little bumps. Some of us gain weight. Some of us were overweight to begin with. I know. There was actually a man willing to marry and Knock up this plus sized momma. And losing weight was how I got here to start with. Some of us have big babies without the help of Gestational Diabetes. And we just don’t need the comments. Some of us get Gestational diabetes and we feel like failures even though we didn’t do anything wrong. Some of us cry...a lot. Or fight pain and pressure so much from working on our feet we nearly faint walking in the grocery store.

Some of us end up on bedrest. Hundreds of miles from anyone who could help us. Some of us have to push through and pray that God protects the baby because bills have to be paid. Some of us got hit with pay cuts half way through pregnancy from good jobs when they thought they were financially stable enough to get pregnant.

Some of us are sick of the comments or advice or criticism. I’m having a csection. I’m having another son. I don’t need a girl to be happy. I’m having a hard time because he’s low. I’ve gained more weight than I wanted. I feel ugly and lonely because my husband works all the time and when he’s home, I’m too tired to want sex anyways.

Also, please don’t question my math. I will be in my 8th month tomorrow. Don’t act like I’m stupid and not that far along. I have a doctor. And I’m due to give birth in a few weeks. I know how far along I am.

Some of us have so much pain during pregnancy it hurts to stand or move. Some of us are struggling to cook and clean or work and care for our other children.

A lot of us aren’t sleeping. But we still have to get up, and get kids to school, and get to work, and be on our feet. And we are painfully aware that we look tired. No need to remind us.

Some of us aren’t taking selfie bump pictures. Some Of us have mommas who say things like you don’t want maternity pictures to show how huge you are. Some of us canceled their maternity shoots because of it.

Some of us are hurting. Our boobs are so tender they nearly bleed. Some of us do bleed. And are under constant monitoring. And worry about our babies.

Some of us spent hours on the phone fighting with insurance companies who screwed stuff up and cause appointments to be canceled due to unfound coverage.

Some of us have anxiety. And we count kicks and worry every ultrasound they’ll find something wrong. We question if we really needed that scoop of ice cream. And we hear your criticism over how we look or if we are struggling or why we aren’t volunteering at the kids school, or sports team, or church...And we feel like we are failing.

Some of us are writing on this app after working all day and coming home to a messy house. Some of us had to just order pizza again and it sucked. And had kids who were rough and ran into them while on their hands and knees bathing this brother...And they cried in front of their children. And some of us were supposed to have their husbands help tonight after getting home, but he got called in because of an emergency. So we were on our own with the mess and the baths and the bedtime stories. And the swollen ankles.

So tomorrow at church or work or whatever, could you just keep your comments about my weight, my kids, my hair, my waddle, or my lack of attendance to yourselves? Because it’s been a long day. And a long weekend. And I’ve got sessions every night this week and another prenatal. Not everyone carries a cute little bump, has an easy 9 months, and bounces back in a few weeks. Some of us are puking, peeing, crying, and praying our way into motherhood. Because we love our babies. So unless it’s you look beautiful or can I help you carry the diaper bag to the car...keep your mouth shut. 🤐🤐🤐