Nobody Warned Me Pregnancy Would Be This Wild!

I used to think pregnancy would be a breeze. Like, you just go about your business, maybe rock your baby bump while running your empire (in my case, a bag manufacturing business), and then boom! one day labor starts, you drive yourself to the hospital, pop the baby out, take a week off... and you’re back to work like a boss.

Ha! Cute plan, right?

Fast forward five years and three babies later, I can confidently tell you: I was so not ready for how fast my life flipped!

So here's what happened...

I had just moved to a new city after getting married. New life. New environment. Left everything I knew behind to be with my husband, and I was determined to start fresh and strong. Since this new place was a major commercial hub, I decided to upskill and enrolled in a bag-making academy. I was excited-I even got in! Whoop whoop!

But plot twist—life had other plans.

Just a week before I was supposed to start classes, I woke up feeling like I hadn’t slept. My food was practically climbing its way back up my throat. I sat up at 3 a.m. wondering what kind of mystery indigestion this was. That morning, it hit me: Wait a minute... my period is late.

I took a test.

Positive.

There. Was. A. Bun. In. The. Oven.

Apparently, this tiny human didn’t like the dinner I had the night before and was already filing complaints.

That was the beginning of 9 months of feeling like a complete stranger in my own body.

I couldn’t get out of bed. The hunger pangs were violent. Like my intestines were twisting themselves into a bow tie. But the craziest part? I couldn’t eat. The smell of food made me want to scream. Even the thought of opening the kitchen door made me emotional. My house? Too much. My kitchen? A war zone. Boil chicken in my house and I promise you, I’d consider moving out.

My sweet husband tried. God bless him. He offered everything under the sun. I’d cry out of frustration, and he’d hold me, trying to comfort me while I turned into an emotional wreck.

I called my mum and sister, asking why no one warned me! How did they make it look so easy? This felt like being seriously sick, but the only “cure” was to wait 9 whole months. No medication. No shortcuts. Just sheer endurance.

My plans to work? Out the window.

Motivation? Missing.

Joy? Packed up and left.

I was just existing, floating through the days, clinging to one thing: the hope that all this madness meant something beautiful was growing inside me. A whole human. And one day, I would get to meet them.

So this post? It's for every first-time mum out there currently going through her own pregnancy rollercoaster.

Breathe.

Cry if you need to.

Laugh when you can.

And most importantly, give yourself grace.

You’re literally building a human from scratch! That’s some real-life superhero work. So, no pressure. Take it one day, one step, one weird food craving at a time.

I’m rooting for you. Always.

Let’s talk in the comments—what was (or is) your pregnancy experience like? Share with me. And don’t forget to follow. I’ve got more real, honest stories and helpful content from my journey and from mums around the world.

and yeah, this is my first post here. Nice to meet you!