Gwen Stefani Quotes

I loved my second trimester! I didn't feel sick anymore and had more energy. My bloated belly turned into a baby bump, and I definitely looked pregnant. That was a relief because when I was around 4.5 months, you could see people having this inner monologue with themselves, wondering if I ate too much pizza or if I was pregnant.

There are two sides to being pregnant. There is the beautiful, wonderful blessing side. The second side - it sucks!

My own pregnancies were all about me, me, me. My aches, my pains, my swollen feet, and my body that looked like the Michelin Man.

The worst part about pregnancy would definitely have to be my nausea. I don't know why it's just called morning sickness because morning sickness never just happened in the morning for me and it's not happening just in the morning for my sister.

The early stage of pregnancy for me is quite hard to hide.

I've had rough first trimesters. But once you get into the second, it's fine after that.

Pregnancy is uncomfortable and draining, and the end isn't in sight until it becomes unbearable.

I don't like any of it. I'm sick and tired of menopause.

I didn't enjoy being pregnant. You feel particularly ungraceful.

I did suffer from sciatica, which was one of the most painful things I've ever experienced. Lots of women love being pregnant and say they feel really womanly, but I felt really ungraceful and struggled a bit with that!

When you're pregnant, you're all gassy, and you're hungry, but then you're nauseous.

If there's any time you should be on drugs it's when you're pregnant, cause it sucks.

Violent anger makes me physically ill.

I gained 65 pounds with my first baby and 70 with my second. I had severe morning sickness both times, so I mostly ate supersize bowls of white pasta with loads of butter and cheese because that was the only thing that took away the nausea.

When I was pregnant with my daughter Vivianne, I gained 55 lbs. I was so swollen. I craved anything that would make any woman gain a ton of weight, and I was sick for five months straight.

When I eat a lot of sugar, I feel so gross. You feel so heavy, and you don't feel as energized.

I have what docs call hyperemesis.

Once you get depressed, you don't really feel like doing anything. You're kind of discouraged about yourself, and then the weight gain, too, or that makes me more depressed.

There are only so many ways to experience pain. There are an almost limitless number of ways to inflict it, but the pain itself, initially vividly distinct in all its specifications, becomes, inevitably, just pain.

Pain is important: how we evade it, how we succumb to it, how we deal with it, how we transcend it.

My face is muffled in my mother's clothing. Her rhinestones injure me. See: my feet are going. Fish flee the forefinger of my aunt. The sun streams over the geraniums. What has this to do with what I feel, with what I am.

I don't need a baby growing inside me for nine months. If I'm going to feel nauseous and achy when I wake up, I want to achieve that state the old-fashioned way: getting good and drunk the night before.

I am unable to describe exactly what is the matter with me; now and then there are horrible fits of anxiety, apparently without cause, or otherwise a feeling of emptiness and fatigue in the head.

How sick i am! that thought Always comes to me with horror. Is it this strange for everybody? But such fugitive feelings have always been my metier.

My head hurts, my feet stink, and I don't love Jesus. It's that kind of morning.