I cannot believe that my second trimester is over!! I feel like it went by SO fast. To be honest, when I got pregnant this last time I couldn’t even imagine getting to this point, it feels too good to be true. I know I’ve been a bit MIA in regards to talking about my pregnancy, posting healthy prego snacks and workouts, but the truth is I’ve just been so focused on getting through this pregnancy. I’m not saying I haven’t enjoyed being pregnant, I am extremely thankful for this pregnancy, but I’d be lying if I didn’t say it was tough.
I’ve already mentioned that my first trimester was challenging. I was super sick for the first 14-15 weeks, puking almost everyday. I was exhausted, starving, and sick (which doesn’t make the greatest combination). So I will say that the second trimester has been a lot better for me. I definitely felt a little boost in energy, I wasn’t nauseous anymore, and there is nothing better than feeling your baby move in your tummy. You don’t have to hide your pregnancy, your stomach is starting to take more shape, and the reality that you are going to be a mom starts to sink in. As lovely as all those things are, I think people fail to mention some of the not-so-fun realities of being pregnant. Like you literally have no control of your bladder. I’m not just talking about having to run to the bathroom more frequently, I mean having to squeeze my legs together as hard as possible every time I sneeze or cough in order to avoid wetting my pants. You also want to avoid sick people like the plague because when you get sick, it hits you like a ton of bricks, and guess what, there is NOTHING you can do about it. And yes, I tried every natural remedy in the book and nothing seemed to work. You have to just “sleep it out” but it is really difficult to sleep when you can’t breathe out of your nose or swallow. And you can’t really trust your emotions anymore. A couple of weeks ago, I was having a bad day and Dallas said, “lets hop in the car, drive down town, get some macaroons from Thierry and look at homes in British Properties”, and I started to CRY because I was so touched. Okay, I don’t want to sound like a major complainer but I personally appreciate people’s honesty, especially when I’m feeling super crappy and people on social media make pregnancy seem so easy!!
Now, lets talk about nesting. It is a real thing, trust me. Over the past three weeks something has come over me and I feel this urgency to clean, organize and be extremely proactive. I wrote a list starting at 26 weeks- 36 weeks, and every week I have a task to check off. This list is keeping me sane, and helping me feel more relaxed about getting things ready and organized for her arrival. I’ve also been weirdly motherly towards Dallas, like almost in an annoying way. I will do weird things like want to put his coat on for him, or hold his towel out after a shower, and I have been super wife x 10 with my cooking and organizing. I mean, I’d love to have one of me around, but Dallas is a little more independent than I am.
I know lots of you are going to wonder or ask about how my anxiety has been given that I lost my last baby at nearly 6 months pregnant. I am really happy to say that it hasn’t been TOO bad. Of course, there have been times where it was higher, like around Christmas since that’s when I delivered her, or when I was sick I was a little concerned about passing a virus onto the baby. I am really thankful to have such a wonderful team of Doctors who have been so thorough. I see my OB every 3 weeks (once I hit 30 weeks I will see him every 2 weeks), and I get a very detailed ultra sound with a specialist every 4 weeks. This ultrasound always makes me nervous since I am used to hearing bad news, but everything has been looking good. My baby girl is strong, healthy and continually growing. My Doctor also looks at the placenta and blood flow, and that is all looking perfect as well.
My journey has been long, and full of a lot of pain, but I really do think that it was all preparing me for this baby. Anytime I am feeling anxious, or can’t sleep at night, I put my hands on my belly, I feel her kick and I just close my eyes and visualize the delivery room, it’s dark, and all I can hear is my baby crying. That will be it for me; the pinnacle of my joy. It will all have been worth it.