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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Pregnancy definitely has its high points, low points, and several aches and pains and curves in-between… and everyone is different. I had all of those same worries and annoyances too…
I am sure you are so bright and beautiful even if you don’t feel like it every day.
And when you see that 20 week ultrasound, and really start to feel the baby flip around, and can more specifically envision the baby as a boy or a girl, and start to look less beer belly and more buddha belly, you’ll still wake up with new surprises and aches and pains, but it’s more fun!
xxoo Love you lots … 5 months more and you’ll be holding that babe in your arms 🙂 It’ll go by faster than you know! xxoo e
I’ve never been a huge fan of pregnancy (asides from the excitement). But, the baby part (and the labor part) – amazing! 🙂
What a lovely, honest post. You will treasure this frank remembrance of your pregnancy!
Wish I could give you a foot rub! Remember…the less your belly pops out now, the less it has to pop back in later! 🙂
Love you…you are doing a great job.
mmm, pregnancy does not sound all that great…but YOU are! (great that is)