Being pregnant is kind of like one big joke.
Good thing this blog is pretty private, because I don't want to be disrespectful to any women who have experienced infertility. I try to be mindful of them. They are constantly in my mind.
But back to the ridiculousness....with every symptom I have to laugh. (Sometimes not at first.) The first trimester was beyond rough. I literally didn't know how I could do it. I definitely said multiple times that I wished to be in a coma.
My first symptoms that led me to take a test were cramping. The cramps lasted a week. Cramps are often a bad sign, so I was really freaked out. But early on it's just a sign that your uterus is expanding. Give a month or two and you'll be able to feel your uterus in your stomach. It's strange. But oh how I would have traded the cramps for the nausea. There will never be words to describe morning sickness to someone who hasn't had it. Let's just say, I was beyond miserable for about 2 months. Simple tasks like walking or taking a shower were put off, more than before... Living off of Popsicles and dry cereal led me to lose a fair amount of weight that I only now have gotten back. (After my boobs went up two cups, and my stomach grew 3 inches.)
There is also itchiness, fatigue, strange and uncomfortable aches and pains, shortness of breath, bursts of sobs...it is more than tears, pregnancy brain, etc. I know it'll only get worse from here. Also, my hair has gotten like 5 shades darker. It's weird....
But something happened when I started the second trimester that I wasn't expecting. I love being pregnant!!! Once the nausea is gone, I'm the happiest of clams. I love the way I feel now. I love my baby. I love my growing belly. Just like there are no words for me to describe the awfulness of nausea, I can't seem to explain my new found love for being pregnant. Thank the heavens! I wasn't sure for a while if I was capable of doing this more than once. I know my love for pregnancy will only deepen, the more I find out about baby. I can't wait to meet it!
The first day my belly popped. I was about 12 weeks.
14 weeks.
15 weeks, feeling huge!
Disclaimer. Marcus and I are constantly laughing over how real of a thing pregnancy brain is. So I cannot be judged by my spelling or my extra ridiculous grammatical errors. I find myself mixing up then and than every hour, something I would have been embarrassed of prior to my blood rushing to my placenta.
