“That first trimester just flew by,” my friend said to me the other day.
I sort of laughed to myself at that comment because it absolutely did not for me.
I have felt every single minute of the past couple months.
When I first found out, I had dared to hope that I might experience some sickness (aka…proof) because relying on a dozen pee sticks until my week ten appointment to confirm that all is well was a little hard for me to bear.
Well the Lord heard me and He answered.
With a month & a half full of 24/7 nausea & dizzy spells, multiple colds, and a flu that hung on for dear life. Pregnancy confirmed.
Let’s just say, when you’re basically living on your couch feeling like a shell of the person you once were not much can be said or done to alter the situation. My house and social life went on the back burner. But sleep, that I could handle. And a whole lot of it.
Now that sounds pretty dire. And you know me; I like to be ultra-real & a bit too sarcastic for my own good. But I learned a little something about myself in the midst of all this icky stuff (that I’m crossing my fingers is officially over and done with).
In that dark little exam room, as Andrew & I simply stared in amazement at our active little babe for the first time, I instantly knew that there was nothing I would not endure for that child. The nausea and never-ending sickness is nothing in comparison to that precious little bundle that we get the honor of snuggling in a matter of months.
The first trimester has not been fun but worth it…always.
I’ve been reading a ton from “Diary of a Fit Mommy” and her monthly updates inspired me to do something similar for those of you who are interested in all the little quirks of our pregnancy.
FIRST + SECOND + THIRD MONTHS
Baby is: the size of a plum; looks much more like a cute little person and much less like a weird little alien. Phew! It’s incredible to me that such a tiny little sprout already has most of its critical systems and is about to start focusing all energy on just growing (into the watermelon that I’m supposed to push out of my body—trying not to dwell on that particular aspect).
Sleep: contains lots of vivid dreams (we’re talking T-rex apocalypse), bathroom runs, & I’m only comfortable in two positions so I end up sleeping on the couch most nights (it’s actually quite the cozy little nest).
Exercise: I managed to get my pre-natal workouts in every other day…for the first few weeks. Yes, it’s laughable. 😉 But as my energy is returning, I’m gearing up for those second trimester workouts. I feel SO MUCH BETTER when they actually happen.
Emotions: Mostly stable. The first trimester felt like a long, exhausting blur which has been tough on this OCD, planner type. The urge to pull away from society and hibernate has been astoundingly strong—when I’m awake, I want to research & plan & dream about baby. Whatever the case, all of my thoughts revolve around our baby bean so as you can imagine my actual full-time job feels like prison camp. I’m just hoping the dizziness & fatigue is officially over so that I can get on with the nesting. 😉
Diet: This is survival mode…which means, I will eat whatever doesn’t turn my stomach whenever my head isn’t spinning. Sorry that Mac n’ Cheese is one of the few things that’s actually appetizing. I’m putting a lot of pressure on the second trimester to turn my diet back around. crossing those fingers
Cravings: Lime popsicles, lemon Italian Ice, Bolthouse fruit juice, Mac n’ Cheese, Chips & Salsa (with an ungodly amount of sour cream), Culver’s Bacon Burger, and surprisingly…raw veggies…dipped in ranch.
Aversions: Chocolate, ice cream, coffee (pretty sure I’m the saddest about losing that one), tea, or any kind of hot drink for that matter. Spaghetti, don’t ask.
Missing: Motivation. Seriously. I use up all of my gumption just to get through the work week without mid-day naps. Weekends? Forget about it.
Physical: I’m feeling pretty blessed that I haven’t actually puked. But the relentless nausea, tricky gag reflex, and dizzy spells have my back. It’s like always being on the verge of puking but not actually puking. The jury is still out on whether that’s actually better or worse than just getting it over with. Otherwise, I’m starting to look like I’m developing a slight baby bump instead of needing loads of Gas-Ex. That’s always a plus.
Purchases: I said that I would wait to buy things until the second trimester buuuuuuut….that lasted all of two weeks. There are just so many great finds! I’ve stashed some neutral clothes (and I may have snagged a couple clearance girly things because they need to be had, if not by me, someone else), the coolest diaper bag ever, a few Young Living baby oils & lotions, LLAMACORN, swaddles that match our “cactus-llama” nursery theme, and of course, some fun things like books & toys.
Looking forward to: the end of the first trimester! And my husband said amen! Seriously though, I’m excited to check off this first leg & feel that much closer to meeting our babe. My next big mile marker is the second, 20 week ultrasound—I can’t even, guys.
Best moment this trimester: Our first ultrasound by a long shot. Nothing beats seeing your own child for the first time.
And to end, a little “blooper reel” from our self-made announcement shoot. 😉