I’ve made it through the last two weeks of my first trimester! Not only does this mean that my first trimester symptoms should be fading away soon, but it also means that my odds of miscarrying drop down to less than 10%! I honestly feel a weight that I didn’t even know was there has lifted. What a relief. So let’s recap how the first trimester went, shall we?…
Well, I know I explained the nausea and headaches in painstaking detail. Oh, and who can forget the constipation? That was my triad of death, as I bluntly referred to it. I did have a few other symptoms that were obviously overshadowed, but were certainly still there. For one, my skin is sensitive and tender all over. Especially the boobies! I will develop blisters on my feet from wearing Ugg boots of all things. Forget about wearing heels. Clothing and jewelry rubs and irritates my skin to the point that I get rashes everywhere; armpits, hips, ankles, wrists, in-between my toes and fingers, and of course the most uncomfortable is the panty line, ouch!
I can’t regulate my temperature for sh*t. All the blood is rushing to my growing uterus and baby, so my extremities are freezing. My feet are like ice bricks all the time. And then all of a sudden, out of nowhere, I’m having a menopausal hot flash and stripping all of my layers off as fast as I can. Literally, a hot mess.
Feeding myself is a constant surprise because I’ll be craving orange chicken all day, and then after happily chowing it down for dinner, I can never have it again for the rest of my pregnancy because the thought of it makes me sick. So figuring out what I can manage to eat on a daily basis is a challenge. I am thankful though that it’s not as bad as my first pregnancy because I couldn’t eat chicken AT ALL the entire time. Seriously, not even a bite. And my weirdest craving was dipping a corn dog into soy sauce. I really can’t believe I did this, but I’m telling you that it was absolutely delicious at the time.
And last, but certainly not least, hormones. One day I am infatuated with my hubby and my life and just straight jolly all around. The next day I am a raging, short-tempered, no patience, hormonal, snappy biatch, who can’t stand anything and everything that my husband does or says. At lease this time we know the drill because I can now say to him, “Please just don’t speak to me right now because everything you say makes me want to strangle you.” And he will sweetly respond, “Yes, Dear.” But if I had tried that my first pregnancy, he wouldn’t have been so understanding, and I certainly didn’t have the insight to know that I’m being hormonal, much less how to deal with it.
So all in all I’m feeling pretty accomplished to have made it through the first three months. I am looking forward to the next trimester which will have whole new slew of surprises, one of which will be feeling my baby kick and dance around in my belly. As much as I might vent and complain about the never ending discomforts of pregnancy, I am really enjoying this, and so excited for what’s to come!
PS, here’s a pic of my baby bump, and the rest of the pix of Elfie McJingles on his nightly adventures.