Membership in the pregnancy club definitely has its privileges. In many cases, the baby-incubating life stage comes with a pair of very big perks.
Ahem. We're talking about boobs, get it? And Mila Kunis is among that particular pregnancy symptom's biggest fans. In an interview with Marie Claire—she's the mag's July issue cover girl—she describes going from an A cup to a C, and being pretty thrilled about those new developments.
"They're amazing," she said. "They've tripled in size. I was a 34A; now I'm a 36C. I'm so excited! I'm telling everyone I know, 'Go ahead, touch them! Without being an a--hole, I have to say, I love being pregnant."
It's been a big week for sound bites for the future wife of Ashton Kutcher. On Tuesday night, she went on Jimmy Kimmel Live with a much-publicized rant aimed at dads-to-be who use the phrase, "We're pregnant."
Of course, her remarks have not been without controversy. After her Kimmel comments, I went on record with the opposing point of view; I don't mind if my husband uses that language to describe this period while we expect our babies. He's shouldering a significant chunk of the various burdens too, after all. (Ashton, how about you?)
And I'm taking issue with Kunis again this time. Sure, being pregnant can be a wondrous thing—at the beginning. This was especially true for me because I experienced zero morning sickness (thank you, thank you, thank you, lucky stars) or even any bouts of extreme fatigue. I found that people gave up seats, encouraged me to cut in bathroom lines, and made general accommodations for me as I started to show—before I had any real challenging physical symptoms. Nice strangers who made me feel special: What a novelty! This pregnancy thing rocks!
Right around 24 weeks into my twin pregnancy, I started to get very, very big—very, very fast. I outgrew my cute maternity jeans, and my dreams of jaunty, stylish bump-dusting fashion started to fade. Strangers' comments went from sweet to almost mean, deeply intrusive and presumptuous and nonstop.
And almost overnight, probably related to my bump's impressive size, the symptoms started popping up like Whac-a-Mole, only there was no banishing them. We're talking major acid reflux, back pain, fatigue, shortness of breath even while seated—and the absolute inability to hustle around town in any meaningful way like I used to, a killer for a frequent traveler and productivity-obsessed stuff-getter-doner. Around 26 weeks, my doc told me I was measuring as if I was carrying triplets. He also told me to stop. With the running around. Period.
I have been large and in charge—and pretty darned uncomfortable—ever since.
So yes, Mila, there's lots to love about being pregnant. Especially now with that manageable little bump you've got going on. Let's talk again in your third trimester.
Now let's hear from you: What's your most or least favorite thing about being pregnant?
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