That’s just the way it is.

I’m excited about becoming a mom this year.  I really am.  Compared to everyone else’s excitement over this pregnancy, however, I look mildly interested (at best.)  This has me feeling pretty crummy.  I just can’t find that jumping-up-and-down, squealing-with-joy kind of happy feeling.

Seeing babies in public (if they’re behaving well) makes me smile, but I don’t have the urge to go play with them, hold them or hang around them.  It just doesn’t interest me.  I thought pregnancy would make me more interested in babies.  I guess I was wrong.  Of course, everyone says it’s totally different with your own child, so I’m counting on that.

Having my belly touched is something I have NOT enjoyed.  I can only imagine this will get worse when I start to show.  I need to find a shirt that says, “Yes, I’m pregnant.  Don’t touch my belly.”  I’m just annoyed with people in general today.  Those dang hormones are making me so grouchy.

Longing for a family or to spend time with children was never something I did.  Somehow I thought those feelings would magically change.  Heck!  Everything else is changing, why not that? 

I’m struggling with feeling a little defective as a woman with my lack of maternal, nurturing, family minded thinking.  That’s not a new revelation, but it seems more important now that I’m in my current phase of life and transition.


I think that’s enough negativity for one day.  Thanks for hearing me out.

ACTUALLY, there’s one more thing.  Sometimes people tell you they “know how you feel.”  However, I can’t think of one single person that is or has been in my exact situation or that knows exactly how my brain works, so I doubt they really know how I feel.  I know they mean well, but sometimes it’s nice to just have someone listen and accept that your situation is unique to you.

I found this story on a friend’s Facebook note, and it’s definitely worth sharing.

***From Woman’s Day in Reader’s Digest sometime back in 2001!

My in-laws had just returned from a harrowing drive back to New York City after wintering in Florida. “The first time the car broke down we were somewhere in North Carolina,” my mother-in-law told me over the phone. “We had it fixed, and then it stalled again in Delaware. But the worst was on the Verrazano Bridge during rush hour. It seemed as if we’d never get home.”

“That sounds horrible,” I said, ready to launch into my own horror story-a car that conked out at 9:30 p.m. in a deserted mall parking lot.

But someone knocked at her door, so she had to say good-bye. “Thank you for listening,” she added, “but thank you most of all for not telling me your worst car story.”

My cheeks burning, I hung up. In the days ahead I found myself thinking about the wisdom of her parting words.

I can’t count the number of times I’ve begun to complain-about a fight with my son, a professional disappointment, or even car problems- only to have my friend cut me off with, “The same thing just happened to me.”

Suddenly we’re talking about her ungrateful kid, her lousy boss, her leaky fuel line. And I’m left nodding my head in all the right places, wondering if we haven’t all come down with a bad case of emotional attention deficit disorder.

It’s easy to see how this version of empathy- “I know just how you feel and I can prove it”-gets confused with the real thing. Nothing’s more natural than trying to soothe an overwrought friend with assurances that she’s not alone.

But calamities resemble one another only from afar; up close they’re as unique as fingerprints. Your friend’s husband may have been downsized out of a job, just like your own, but no two families have identical bank accounts, severance packages, or backup plans.

Saying “I feel your pain” also can be a prelude to offering advice: “Here’s what I did, and here’s what you should do.” But when a car trip takes three times as long as it should, or your child runs a high fever in the middle of the night, do you really want to hear how your friend coped with a similar situation?

What we all hope for when we’re feeling low or agitated or wildly happy is to find a friend who sounds as if she has all the time in the world to listen. This ability to be with someone in her pain or happiness is the cornerstone of genuine empathy.

Fortunately, empathy is eminently easy to learn. Ever since the conversation with my mother-in-law, for example, I’ve squelched my impulse to interrupt a friend when she confides in me. I’m learning to follow the other person’s lead, facial expressions, tone of voice and what’s left unsaid.

I’m also more likely to recognize and appreciate empathy when I’m the beneficiary. The other day I called a friend to complain that I was feeling nervous and couldn’t concentrate. “Want to tell me about it?” she offered. So I rambled on for a while.

Finally, I thanked her for listening, and asked how she was feeling. “We can talk about me tomorrow,” she said. Now that’s empathy.

We don’t always want answers or advice. Sometimes we just want company.***


5 thoughts on “That’s just the way it is.

  1. i LOVE the article and your post! Some days, it’s much more valuable to listen than to advise.
    And by the way, plenty of people I know never held a baby nor feel cuddly and they feel apprehensive when they become parents. But once your child comes, you will understand the connection between your baby and you and no matter what you do (advice from others or just plain instinct), in your child’s eyes, they will know you love them.

    • Thanks! I know I will start to feel more excited as time goes on, and things start feeling more “real.” I also know that I’ll love that kid. I’m crazy about my dog, so I know I’ll be able to love my biological kid! That hasn’t changed the way I’m feeling now, but at least I have the sense to know that emotions aren’t always reality. As much as I only wanted to post the happy and positive events of this journey, the moody and unsure days are just as relevant. Thanks for bearing with the bad as well as the good. Oh! I also hope to follow the advice from that article. I know I’ve been guilty of stealing others’ vent time in the past.

      I’m hoping your fur-baby gets a clean bill of health at the vet tomorrow! This is an exciting and challenging time for you, as well 🙂

      P.S. He is so stinkin’ cute!

      • George is doing great, as first time dog parents we are learning step by step, but the biggest key is PATIENCE!
        One day, when we are ready to have kids, I will have this blog to look back at and reference.

  2. I had an acting teacher once say that hearing is the most important thing you can do in life. Not just listen, but hear. And that if someone needs to vent, the best thing you can say is “I hear you.” It’s tough sometimes… but I know it sure feels good when someone just hears me. I’m sorry you’re feeling those tough emotions–but you’re right, every situation is different, and every mother is different. I guess sometimes when it’s someone else that’s pregnant and not you, it’s easier to get excited, because I, for example, don’t have to worry about the stressful parts of your pregnancy–I just get to be excited for my friend. I don’t know if that makes sense… but I know you’ll do a great job as a mom. I just do! Love ya, Mel!

    • I love you, too! Thanks for the vote of confidence 🙂 I’m feeling much better lately. I can’t wait to see you NEXT WEEK! YAY!

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