I don’t have any photos to share here – this post will be word heavy…and it also may end up being a bit of a rant. My apologies.
I’ve heard many women say, “I loved being pregnant!” and all I can think is, “Really“?
So far this has not been my favorite experience. Constant sickness for 4 months. Weird puffiness that doesn’t look like I’m pregnant, but rather like I ate too many burritos. Persistent nausea that resurfaces every hour if I don’t have a snack immediately. Fatigue. “Worried sleep” because I should be on my left side instead of on my back. Anxiety over whether or not I should be feeling the baby move, but I don’t and is everything ok in there? People saying “you don’t look pregnant” (ie: all the symptoms and nothing much to show for it except bigger cleavage, which I don’t actually appreciate). Realizing I eat a lot of feta cheese and having to order without it. Gagging on vitamins because I’m terrible at taking pills. Losing my words mid-sentence (what was I saying?). Frequent dizziness. A stuffy, stuffy nose all the time. Flat, lackluster hair and regular skin breakouts on my cheeks (what)!?
Where is the second trimester Golden Age of Pregnancy I read about? When will the day come when I don’t wake up feeling icky-ew. And where is my glow, my increased energy and my cute baby bump?
All that complaining being done, I do love some things…
Reading my pregnancy app and learning how my baby is developing week by week. When R sticks is face on my belly and talks to baby. Putting my hand on my belly and saying “hi, baby, whatcha up to in there?” or “ok baby, let’s go to work, get ready to dance”. Having R think of the baby as my “passenger” and therefore getting that nickname. Playfully imagining our spoiled cat meeting baby in February, packing up his knapsack and moving to Arizona wailing “I’ve been replaced”! Rearranging our living room furniture to accommodate a changing table or other baby furniture in our one-bedroom (yep, we’re staying here). Having fun visualizing myself growing a lemon, an avocado, a turnip, a sweet potato.
I’m excited for our next ultrasound to catch another glimpse of our sweet potato passenger and to hopefully learn she/he is healthy and whether or not Baby K is a she or a he.
And those are my thoughts on pregnancy at this stage of the adventure.
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