I never thought that I wanted to be a parent. I always told my mother I wasn’t planning on having kids. So when I became pregnant at 30, I denied at first, telling others that there’s no way I could be. But by the time I took the store-bought pregnancy test and had my first doctor’s exam, it suddenly became a reality to me: I was going to be someone’s mother.
I enjoyed my pregnancy a lot, and the main reason was no monthly menstrual cycle to deal with. I didn’t have any kind of morning sickness; although I did get the flu while I was pregnant, and I haven’t really had the flu since. I enjoyed being pregnant up until it was time to give birth. But once they gave me the epidural, the birth wasn’t too bad.
What I didn’t like about being pregnant was everyone dictating to me what I could and couldn’t do. I was a courtesy clerk for a grocery chain in Phoenix, Arizona, which meant that I had to push in shopping carts when it was my turn. I had several people disapprove of me pushing in carts because they all believed it would hurt the baby. I even spoke to my doctor about and he said that pushing in shopping carts was no problem as long as I didn’t overdo it. But no amount of influencing convinced these people that it was okay to push in a few shopping carts. In the end, I listened to the advice of my doctor.