Well. I have made it to week 13 and depending on who you ask, I am either in my last week of the first trimester or I have begun the first week of my second trimester. I prefer to believe I have stepped into the 2nd trimester.
I thought I would take some time to reflect on my first trimester and what it was like for me, a first time mommy to be:
I don’t think I’ve shared that I had a feeling I was pregnant much earlier than I was willing to test. So those days when I was pretty sure it was so were kind of long and drawn out. It didn’t help that Marshall was out of town riding the MS 150. But I wanted to wait. So wait I did for about about 4 days longer than necessary. Actually a lot of pregnancy tests are sophisticated enough to pick up the pregnancy hormone up to 5 days prior to the start of one’s expected period. So I actually tortured myself for about 9 days.
Anyway, that Monday morning I excitedly peed in a cup (so I could dip more than one stick/ one must be sure). The first one showed up the anticipated + sign. Still holding my breath, I dipped the second stick which, indisputably and quickly I might add, showed the word “pregnant”.
We cherished this news privately for a few days before surprising both sets of parents on Mother’s Day. We told the rest of the world a few days later.
The next few weeks were filled with moments of excitement, disbelief and waves of nausea that were quickly remedied by chewing gum, sucking on a peppermint or eating a banana.
I signed up for every possible Baby Update and read and reread where I was in the pregnancy according to What to Expect When You’re Expecting.
The next few weeks (I’d say six weeks), the nausea became a little more unbearable…first throughout the day and then mysteriously it transferred to evenings. About 5pm like some serious clockwork, I began to feel incredibly nauseous. I fell asleep crying for two weeks. Foods that worked before stopped working. Even now I can’t stand the smell of peppermints. And Mexican. Just writing the word turns my stomach.
Week 10 brought us hope however. Although the Evening Sickness continued, I had a picture, a heartbeat recording and a memory of an active little one residing inside of me. Suddenly the nausea (still very real and hardly bearable) became worth it.
Then almost as if it all were psychological, Week 12 began and I felt tremendously better. All of a sudden I noticed that our house was a disaster!! Of course I starting cleaning. It’s not back in order yet but at least our bedroom is no longer an extended laundry room.
Today I am enjoying my pregnancy. I still have moments of nausea and I get tired so easily these days. But it is so much better than it was.
Here’s a quick review of my expanding waist line. Still waiting for the indisputable belly bump to protrude.
My next appointment is Wednesday July 7th. Stay tuned for details.