A friend of mine considered it to be a parasite. Much wanted babies by the way, horrendous pregnancy, and difficult birth. But one is not allowed to say that one's body is hijacked or that it is like a parasite. People would think you were nuts.
What's to like about pregnancy when you think about it. The getting pregnant part is a bit of fun, the finding out your pregnant is yippee, the first 3 months no bother (for me anyway), the last 3 months are no joy, no sleep, walking around in the dark for hours on end in the middle of the night, going back to bed, going to the toilet all the time, not being able to lie in any position that would be considered comfortable, one pregnancy I had from the second trimester a pain so severe in my leg that I couldn't go any long distance in a car, so bad that on holiday my husband had to drop me and the first child to a train station as I could not physically stay in the car, and you cannot be taking medication when you're pregnant. Then all the scans and hospital visits and hanging around. I personally didn't find the scan wondrous. Never asked my OH to accompany me (unless he wanted to and he did for the first proper scan of course), there is no woman I know that likes getting examined internally, and my gyny was female but I had to endure some young males too. It's bloody embarrassing and I'm quite cool about my body. I hated being frumpy, feeling frumpy and looking frumpy. Then finally the day has come, I was being induced as the baby had stopped growing, trainee doctors having a go at getting the needle for the drip into my wrist I seem to remember as being a particularly bad moment, I refused all trainees after that. Then they come with the oedema (I've to find the word and will come back) the first of many indignities, and the contractions, oh my what a shock. The epidural being inserted into your back and one is aware that you must not move so the anythestist gets it right because otherwise it can have long term consequences, the trying to push when you cannot feel anything, then an episiotomy, I'll spare everyone on here those details, but I now know why you're not allowed to have sex for 6 weeks after that, finally the baby, blood and guts and all that gore, those details you'll have to ask my other half about, but I don't think he'd be willing to speak about what he saw. He was happy that the baby looked at him on the way out though, I reckon he tries to forget the circumstances of the birth, and you know what some people even film this, like are they for real or what. Not sure if my OH considers natural birth or a caesarean worse, I was awake but could see nothing. He won't talk about that either, typical tough Irish male eh? (One of my brother in laws nearly fainted and had to be seen to) . And it was me that had to go though it not the men. And when the milk comes in, oh my gawd, today I cannot remember what was worse, the milk or the pain from the caesarean. For sure after the first pregnancy I had all myths dispelled and no never looked forward to being pregnant again. I could wear a bikini because my scar is so neat, only 3 inches etc., but my tummy will never be the same again, how does Victoria Beckham do it is what I'd like to know. And so to answer your question, my body was most definitely hijacked and will never be the same again. But I'm happy to be a mother. Sometimes not (insert smilie, cannot currently find that option). And would never hand them back.