I adored my children, still do! But I hated being pregnant. I felt huge from day one, watched purple marks start to streak across my stomach and felt helpless to stop it. I was tired and hyper irritable. I am generally easy-going but I was a witch while pregnant, became very outspoken and had no trouble giving my opinion. I was awful.
I was swollen, and huge and felt like a beach ball, even though I wasn't that big.
Second one was easier but still miserable on many occasions. In the last months I became convinced I was going to die, leaving my 3 year old daughter without a mother and I had stomach cramps in the middle of the night, every night those last 6 weeks or so.
Don't even get me started on the 2 C-sections. First one the spinal didn't take - there are no words.
The second one, I insisted they put me out. But while I was completely paralyzed and not yet fully out, they started the surgery. Again, no words to describe feeling someone cut you open and you are helpless to even say - stop! It is called surgical awareness and it only lasted about 30 seconds before I was completely out but it left a huge phobia about surgery for me.
So those are a few things....loved my babies though! Motherhood itself was an absolute delight for me.