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Things get a little loud and chaotic over here from time to time. I blame the three child beasts ... and Mike is loud too. But, I hope to bring you nothing but happiness, inspiration, good home decor and only the comfiest clothing recommendations because, who really enjoys pants .... ? And most importantly a good laugh. I hope you laugh a lot… even if it’s at my expense.

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October 7, 2015 | Motherhood

Leaky Boobs, Unexpected Farts, and Other Reasons Why Pregnancy Isn’t Beautiful.

by Jennifer

I don’t think being pregnant is beautiful.


I said it.

It feels ridiculously liberating to say this. Like I am running in slow-motion, naked in a lush overgrown field, my untoned tush jiggling away, all free and such.

Not to be a complete “Negative-Nancy” (I prefer “Realistic-Ruby” if we are going to do this name calling thing) but I absolutely do not feel beautiful while pregnant. I’ve been wanting to get this off my size-B chest for a while now. When women talk about how pretty or empowered they feel when they are creating life, two things come to mind – 1) I am really happy for them, yet slightly jealous that they can feel this amazing. 2) I think that they may be full of it. That they just say these things because they think that if they don’t act like they love it, then they are starting off as a bad mother.

I must say that I do think other women truly are beautiful when expecting, but not myself.

Not I.

Here are some of the things that I experienced while pregnant that did not make me feel like a beauty queen.

….or an attractive woman in anyway shape or form.

1. Leaky Target Tatas.

When I was pregnant with my first child, I had no clue that boobs could leak. No one told me this. (Mom, where were you on that one, eh? And you call yourself a nurse.) I was only 12 weeks along when it happened. I was checking out at Target and I noticed that the young man who was scanning my groceries started stumbling around awkwardly. One time I caught him looking at my shirt funny. The girls had gotten larger due to the fact that milk was brewin’ in them, but they were definitely nothing to gawk over. I had on a light, tight T-shirt with some words on the front and I just assumed that he was reading the print.

No big deal.

I even brought up conversation about what was on my T-shirt, therefore bringing more attention to what was happening. I was clueless. When I arrived home and walked past the mirror that hung in the entry way, I saw them. That teenage boy didn’t give two craps about my college logo on my shirt, he was too busy staring at the massive wet circles that were covering my boobs.

Huge. Dark wet circles. Plain as day, I looked ridiculous.

He probably thought I was on the brink of death.

I jacked that kid up that day. You know he googled that shit on his lunch break. He had to have been only 15 to 16 years old. He was so innocent, so pure. He didn’t freakin’ know that leaky bosoms were normal. Hell, I didn’t even know it was normal and I was the pregnant one. We were both victims that day.


NOT beautiful. A rainbow after torrential rains is beautiful. A leaky boob to a teenage boy is frightening, confusing and inappropriate on so many levels.

2. The Unexpected Fart.

My husband and I were driving to a wedding when I smelled something horrid. If death had a smell, this would be it. It was in our car and I was basking in it. 

Inhaling it.

I immediately gasped, got angry and started raising my voice at my husband. I was emotional (because I was pregnant…. in case you missed that minor detail) and I was just sick of the foul odors. When I smell bad things while pregnant I don’t gag, I morph into the hulk. I get insanely angry and usually break something valuable. I didn’t have anything valuable in the car so naturally, I hit him.

My husband handled my preggo-temper-tantrum extremely well. He stayed calm, turned to me and said, “I can’t claim that one”. After bickering for 30 more seconds, I realized that my husband had, in fact, not passed gas. He always claims his ass-bombs, they are something he is proud of, like little nuggets of stank-joy. So I knew he was telling me the truth.

I had released my own bodily fumes into the universe and I didn’t even feel it.

Of course, I cried. What was to become of my sphincter? I didn’t know, for all I knew this pregnancy had caused permanent damage.

Nobody wants a broken butt-hole. Ever.

3. Help, I’m going blind.

During pregnancy, my eyes check out. They start failing at their one job; seeing things. I don’t know if my brain thinks the uterus is temporarily boss-man or what, but my eyes seem to take a vacation for nine months. I have to get new contacts, new glasses and I squint a lot, therefore making me unattractive. Everything is blurry, due to the fact that all of my bodily fluids are being sucked into my lower half, so my eyes are extremely dry.

All of my eyeball moisture gets sent down to the baby, apparently. I’m prepared for the next pregnancy though – I am teaching myself braille.

I practice on public restroom signs and elevator buttons.

4. Exponentially increased leg hair growth.

Anyone experience crazy quick leg hair growth? …Just me?

I had to shave every single day of my second pregnancy. Of course, I didn’t shave every day, because shaving takes time. Time I don’t want to give up at the end of my long days. If only Miley Cyrus had started her weird and gross no-shave movement when I was pregnant, I would have been down. I would have been all over that nonsense.

5. Dry skin.

I had extremely itchy, dry skin, therefore making me a whole new level of pasty. Because that’s just what a naturally pale and freckled redhead needs, something to make her even more pale.

If looking like you are two days away from dying is desirable, then I would have been the sexiest broad around. I was so pale, strangers probably wondered if I had blood circling my veins. Then again, you could see all my veins, due to the fact that I was see-through, so they knew I had blood in my body. I really should be an extra in a Twilight film when I am pregnant.

Make-up artist on the set of said Twilight film: “No make-up needed for this one, she already looks dead. NEXT.”


With all of this being said, I actually don’t hate being pregnant. Luckily, I have had two extremely easy pregnancies for the most part. I would be pregnant all over again for my sweet babes. I am so grateful that I have been able to get pregnant and I am not even sure that I am done reproducing.

All I am saying is that I don’t feel beautiful, empowered or desirable when pregnant.

I feel large, slightly blind, leaky and gassy.

– Until the next time this Redhead rambles.

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  • ahahah I feel exactly the same way. I wrote a post about that a while ago. :)
  • As a husband to another redhead (one who does not ramble...well not too much) and a redhead myself I have to say I love your blog. Some of the posts have me nodding in agreement whilst stifling a laugh (not cool at work when the rest of the office are busy working away and I have taken a quick 2 minutes break).
    • Ahhh! I love comments from dads! Call me crazy, but I feel like if I can make a dad laugh talking about leaky boobs, then my day is MADE! Seriously, thank you so much for reading and taking the time to write kind things :) Next time, please read my post about leaky boobs to your co-workers. I dare you! haha
  • Hahaha! This pretty much sums it up.....except for accidentally peeing yourself when sneezing or exerting in any way. Maybe that was just me.
  • Not pregnant nor have I ever been but you had me laughing out loud at work. Thanks for that!
    • Well, now you are educated when it comes to being pregnant haha so glad you enjoyed! I have quite a few followers who don't have kids actually! I think they just like to read and laugh at my misery, and I'm completely ok with that!! Thanks so much for reading, hope you can find some of my other posts just as entertaining :)
  • I read this to my husband. We died. I'm crying. Seriously. Thank you.
    • I love making people cry until they die :) Thanks so much for reading!!
  • I had to take a break a couple of times because my eyes got too blurry from tearing up! I have been laughing non-stop at this post! I think my family officially thinks i'm crazy or obsessed with being online because I had a jolly good time reading this! I went through these scenario's not to long ago, so these experiences are fresh in my memory! I'll definitely be sharing this and coming back for a good laugh. Lord knows I need one after a night of no sleep!
    • Hello!! I am SO glad I made you cry-laugh haha You sharing my posts makes me happier than you even know, so thank you so much :)
  • Hahaha, you killed me on this post! I'm one of those hateful people that loved being pregnant and missed that stage once baby was into the world. Except for the blindness (i went to emergency after a couple of weeks pregnant because I saw everything black on 1 eye... so freakinnnn weird!) and nausea the first trimester, after that I felt amazing. But once the baby came out? Not so much: i was a boob-leaking, peeing and farting thing. And when I say boob-leaking, I'm not talking dark circles: I'm talking filling boob-cups every freaking 10 minutes! And this for months.. sigh.
    • Honestly, I don't HATE being pregnant... it just comes with some pretty gross and embarrassing situations haha I've got to say book leaking is the most embarrassing for me, and it takes a lot to embarrass me! So glad you enjoyed! Thanks for taking the time to read and comment, I seriously appreciate it!
  • Ha ha! So funny! Took me a bit to get the gumption to read this one because when I saw the title I kind of put off reading it because I want to get pregnant again and didn't want to remind myself what it was really like the first time around! HA! Like I could forget! I also was not the "radiant pregnant goddess" that many others seem to be and experienced these problems, except the blindness and leaky boobs (be thankful, lady, lol - I had to wait for mine to come in AFTER the baby was born and I was a wreck with worry about it). I had other problems that "made up for" those. Not only was I a big, often furious, foul farting factory, but my feet swelled so badly that they didn't even resemble feet by the end of the day! I also had severe morning sickness for 3 - 4 months. Oh the joy! Seriously, though, this brought a lot of it back to me...the stuff I tried to pretend didn't happen (no no nooooo! LOL)! Hilarious! ...and nice to know it was not just me! Oddly enough, even though my memory kicked in big time while reading this, I also didn't completely hate the experience (I did have many really great pregnant moments, too) and still want to get pregnant again. Not for the experience of being pregnant, but, as you said, that sweet babe at the end! Ahhhh! So worth it!