I’m 33 weeks pregnant.
1st trimester: I was exhausted (I slept any chance I got), puking, no appetite, always nauseous, fairly crampy. I was too tired all the time to be particularly moody. I felt like I had a really bad flu. The only thing I was able to eat for months was peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and oatmeal. Bebe was pretty much always on my mind pretty much all of the time because I was paranoid of having another miscarriage. I was constantly worried because I had (maybe still have) a blood clot between the placenta and the uterine wall, which I was sure would cause a placental abruption. I cried at every ultrasound and prenatal appointment where I got to hear the Bebe’s heartbeat. And I couldn’t stand the smell or taste of bacon, which made me sad.
Recap: 3 month flu + super stressed
2nd trimester: Pretty much the same as the first. The puking tapered off around 17 or 18 weeks, although I was still nauseous and had little appetite, although I was able to tolerate more foods. I did a happy dance the night I was able to eat two tacos. I was still really super exhausted–I never had the “golden second trimester” that some women have–where they have more energy and appetites and generally feel good. I felt better, but just barely. Mentally I was feeling more confident about the pregnancy. I was nervous but excited to share the news. I really started to show around 20 weeks, but cried when I realized my ass was spreading. I also had my anatomy scan around that time, and holy crap there’s a real-looking baby in there! The pregnancy really became real around that time…I was looking pregnant, and I was starting to feel kicks (light, happy kicks and movements).
Recap: Still gross feeling + a little more relaxed
3rd trimester: Still very little appetite, but I get really weak and dizzy if I don’t eat every four or so hours. I lost a fair amount of weight in the first trimester and I’ve struggled to put it back on…it doesn’t help when I have no interest in eating, and really have to make an effort. I’m still naueseous a lot, and throw up a few time a week.
Exhausted all the time. I nap as often as I can, especially since I’m barely sleeping at night. I don’t have trouble falling asleep, but I wake up after about an hour because of bad pain in the hip I’m lying on. I need to flip over to the other side, but I can’t do it in my sleep anymore. I have to haul myself onto my back and then onto my side, and then as soon as I get settled I realize I have to pee. Lather rinse repeat about once an hour all night. Luckily Darling Husband is a heavy sleeper and my constant moving doesn’t wake him.
Bebe is head down, but his butt and feet are currently all up in my rib cage, which makes it hard to breath. I feel like I’m mildly suffocating pretty much all of the time, except when I’m on my hands and knees. When s/he moves, I feel a sharp tugging, like his/her little feet are stuck in my ribs and s/he’s trying to yank them out. My insides feel like a punching bag. Sometimes the kicks and punches and rolls are so hard that I stop and gasp. My back and hips constantly hurt…the only relief I get is from a bath, and not much then.
I’m to the point of waddling a little now, and definitely can’t walk nearly as fast as I used to/want to. When I try to I get bad cramps along my side and around the bottom of my stomach. I stuggle to paint my toenails, bend over to do anything, put underwear/pants on, shave my legs or take care of more personal grooming. My boobs didn’t grow much, but they hurt now.
Mentally I’m all over the place. I didn’t have many mood swings before, but they’re catching up now. I get cranky when I need to eat, and I’m prone to cry at the drop of a hat. I snap at my husband more, but also feel closer to him than I ever have. I feel like this pregnancy will never end but at the same time I feel like it’s going by way too fast and that I’m really not ready for it to be over, because once it’s over that means I’ll have a newborn, which is awesome, but also means I’m wholey responsible for a helpless newborn, which is a ton of pressure. I’m getting increasingly nervous about labor and delivery, especially since I haven’t needed to go to a hospital in about 20 years, and never overnight.
I’m shocked at how protective I am of this Bebe, even though s/he isn’t even born yet. I growl when strangers come too close to my stomach (although I have no problem with family or friends touching me). I’m desperate to keep him or her safe, and in my body I can do that, but I’m terrified of all of the things that I have no control over once they’re out. I’m more excited and anxious to have this baby in my arms than I ever thought I could be about anything, but at the very same time it’s nerve-wracking. I don’t feel like there’s anyway I’ll feel prepared enough.
Recap: A ton of aches and pains and general grossness, excited/nervous.
Hope my novella helps some!