Are the words I heard come out of a car as I strolled along to my midwife appointment this week. There was no one else on the street at the time, so I can only assume the lads in the car were talking about me and my beautiful nearly eight month pregnant buttocks. After feeling fairly happy I had still managed to squeeze said bottom into my Topshop Leigh size 10 maternity jeans that morning, I felt a little bit deflated to say the least (side note – the jeans are old and incredibly stretchy so the sizing is by no means realistic, but you have to take the perks you where you can get them at this stage of pregnancy.)
And it got me thinking, why is it that women (and men too but perhaps not so much) are always being judged by their appearance and why did those lads comments mean so much. Even at eight months pregnant, when I should just be pleased as punch to be growing a little mini me, I still feel an intense pressure to look and dress a certain way. Look at poor Kim Kardashian. I am not her biggest fan but the way she was scrutinised by the press and general public when she was pregnant was blatant bullying. Granted, I was just walking along the street minding my own business, and Kim’s business is obviously to be in the spotlight 24/7, but who cares if your bum becomes that much bigger when you’re pregnant and your thighs that bit wobblier. Does it warrant being subjected to unkind comments regardless? More to the point, why should anyone have to put up with unpleasant remarks about their size – men, women, pregnant or otherwise.
Saying that, I am currently obsessed by pregnant celebrities. I will scour the celebrity news sites daily hoping I’ll catch a glimpse of Mila Kunis and her rounded belly. But to be honest, I am also looking for verification that there are other women who are a similar size to me, so am I just as bad? I recently had a scary stint is hospital due to a racing heart rate and yet one of the most unpleasant bits of my stay was when the doctors weighed me and revealed my weight after I had deliberately stayed off the scales for the last seven months. I weighed 13 stone 3 pounds, and who cares? No one, but regardless I am still spending far too much time thinking about the ways in which I will lose my baby weight and get back into my real size 10 skinnies. I am not one for fad diets and I am planning on breast feeding again if I can, so my plan can only include gradual and healthy weight loss, but surely this shouldn’t be a concern before I’ve even had the baby!
So I am saying this for myself and any other ladies in a similar position. Let’s give ourselves a break. None of our friends or family care if when pregnant we pile on the pounds, as long both baby and mummy are healthy. Don’t beat yourself up for reaching for that third, fourth or even fifth biscuit, pregnancy can be hard enough without chastising ourselves for any indulgences.
So if you find yourself questioning whether you should be reaching for your comfiest pair of joggers for the third day in a row, just do it! I know I will.