My husband will agree, I'm good at it and I'm nice about it too. I was nicer to my husband while I was pregnant than I ever was before. The hormones that make some women nauseous made me love my husband. It wasn't perfect, of course. The first trimester I was exhausted. I was so tired I'd just stare at my computer at work and the act of answering my phone was just too much to ask from me. Didn't these people know I was busy making a human, A HUMAN!? Oh, right, they didn't.
The first trimester is the WORST. Yes, it is exciting, you just found out you are having a baby! But for those of us who weren't planning a baby, the first time you realize you haven't had your monthly gift... your eyes pop wide open and the first thing you feel is fear. Then, you accept the idea of having a baby, you embrace your little gift and then you start fearing that anything/everything you do might cause a miscarriage. And you have to keep this a secret!? These first 12 weeks took FOREVER.
The second trimester gets better. You've told your friends, your boss (maybe) and everyone is happy for you. They will constantly ask you: "How are you feeling?" "When are you due?" "Do you think it's a boy or a girl?" and they will tell you all about their pregnancy and motherhood. Enjoy this. You get a lot of attention, yes it can get annoying but embrace it because once your baby arrives no one will ask about you anymore. And it's okay, you won't care about you either. Oh, and you think your baby bump is completely obvious and you stick out your belly with pride. It's cute and your regular shirts are just starting to get too short. Don't rush into your maternity clothes. You will have time for them.
Sometime during the 2nd trimester, you start to feel your baby move. This is the best feeling in the world (second to holding your baby against your body from the outside). Your baby's movements are the beginnings of the bond between you and your babe. I would walk up to the copy machine at work and feel her kick and squirm and laugh at my little secret. I called her my "polly pocket" because I used to keep my Polly in my backpack at school and pretend to be getting out a pencil when I checked on her in my bag. I liked the idea that I had a friend no one else knew about. That's how I felt about keeping Emmy to myself, Even the meetings at work were so much more enjoyable knowing I had my little girl with me.
Enter: third trimester. Now, every woman is different so understand this is just my take: 3rd trimester was awesome until about 3 weeks before Emmy's due date. It's January but I am HOT. HOT all the time. My whole body swelled. I couldn't wear any of my shoes, I had to keep my feet elevated and at night I slept in almost nothing and kept the air at 65. I would pray for freezing temperatures outside so I wouldn't have to run the A/C in the middle of winter. Two weeks before Emmy came, I had zero stretch marks. I was still just carrying a basketball. The next 2 weeks, I got huge. My face got fat, my fingers and toes looked huge and then the stretch marks came. I was upset, I had oiled and lotioned for months to no avail.
The first trimester is the WORST. Yes, it is exciting, you just found out you are having a baby! But for those of us who weren't planning a baby, the first time you realize you haven't had your monthly gift... your eyes pop wide open and the first thing you feel is fear. Then, you accept the idea of having a baby, you embrace your little gift and then you start fearing that anything/everything you do might cause a miscarriage. And you have to keep this a secret!? These first 12 weeks took FOREVER.
The second trimester gets better. You've told your friends, your boss (maybe) and everyone is happy for you. They will constantly ask you: "How are you feeling?" "When are you due?" "Do you think it's a boy or a girl?" and they will tell you all about their pregnancy and motherhood. Enjoy this. You get a lot of attention, yes it can get annoying but embrace it because once your baby arrives no one will ask about you anymore. And it's okay, you won't care about you either. Oh, and you think your baby bump is completely obvious and you stick out your belly with pride. It's cute and your regular shirts are just starting to get too short. Don't rush into your maternity clothes. You will have time for them.
Sometime during the 2nd trimester, you start to feel your baby move. This is the best feeling in the world (second to holding your baby against your body from the outside). Your baby's movements are the beginnings of the bond between you and your babe. I would walk up to the copy machine at work and feel her kick and squirm and laugh at my little secret. I called her my "polly pocket" because I used to keep my Polly in my backpack at school and pretend to be getting out a pencil when I checked on her in my bag. I liked the idea that I had a friend no one else knew about. That's how I felt about keeping Emmy to myself, Even the meetings at work were so much more enjoyable knowing I had my little girl with me.
Enter: third trimester. Now, every woman is different so understand this is just my take: 3rd trimester was awesome until about 3 weeks before Emmy's due date. It's January but I am HOT. HOT all the time. My whole body swelled. I couldn't wear any of my shoes, I had to keep my feet elevated and at night I slept in almost nothing and kept the air at 65. I would pray for freezing temperatures outside so I wouldn't have to run the A/C in the middle of winter. Two weeks before Emmy came, I had zero stretch marks. I was still just carrying a basketball. The next 2 weeks, I got huge. My face got fat, my fingers and toes looked huge and then the stretch marks came. I was upset, I had oiled and lotioned for months to no avail.
Lucky for me, Emmy came exactly one week early so I avoided further stretch marks. She was small, only 6 lbs 9 ounces so I have a new appreciation for those mothers who take their pregnancies on to a week or more after their due dates. It's just not fair to your body! For a first time mom, pregnancy was magic. I never knew what my body could do, how it could make a little human who is perfect, so beautiful and sweet.
My hormones changed after pregnancy, I'll go into that in a later post. But when I look back at the last 9 months, I feel so grateful for the experience. I am SO not ready to do it again but one day, when I do - don't worry - I'll probably get sick as a dog like the rest of you.
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