As a lovely colleague has just revealed that she’s pregnant and due in January the English Club* has gotten rather preoccupied with talking about everything pertaining to motherhood during lunch. Of course the topic mostly centers around the pregnancy bit. (We’ll wait a little longer before we start scaring her silly with all our horrible birth stories, lol). “How to survive nausea” was the topic du jour.
How enthusiastic we all get! Full of good advice and sympathy. We recall our own journeys through pregnancy (ies) and birth(s) and share the good, the bad, and the ugly. You get pregnant and you’re instantly admitted into this “secret society” – because now you know!
Most men (I believe anyway) are quite thankful that they aren’t the ones who bring life into this world. They don’t quite get how women get so incredibly excited and engaged when speaking about pregnancy and birth. Realizing the topic at hand they steer far and clear of our table in the cafeteria. They don’t get it, and they never truly will. They can’t. Simply because they never have to have their body taken over by what their body considers a foreign entity. Their bodies will never know what it’s like to fight this intruder with nausea and exhaustion for at least 3 months until suddenly there’s a flutter inside. They will never know what what it feels like to suddenly realize that there is actually something in there, a real human being. To feel someone grow right underneath their heart, and find themselves reading everything they can about this miracle and what lies ahead. They’ll never know what its like to start nearing the end of the journey and find themselves in pain in places they didn’t know they had, feeling feet kick up into their stomach, or have a head resting on their bladder. They will never know what it’s like to be so full of baby that even something as simple as turning from one side to the other in bed becomes a gigantic feat. They’ll never know what it’s like to feel their stomach suddenly gain a life of its own… to feel their own muscles tighten and release without doing anything to make it happen…. to feel the pain increasing steadily as their body prepares to purge itself of that 9-month invasion. To feel the pain become blinding and overwhelming. To be powerless as nature wreaks the relentless and grueling havoc necessary to make a living human being be able to emerge in a way that even if you’ve seen it you can hardly believe is possible. They will never know the grandeur of the moment when their own child finally slips from their very being.
A man cannot experience that wretched pain or the natural high that follows. When the pain subsides all the adrenaline and endorphins that have been in high gear still linger. Exhausted and lightheaded elation descends as that child lies wrapped in your arms. It’s like touching heaven.