I am beyond grateful to be pregnant. I thank God everyday for this tiny life growing inside me. However, pregnancy isn’t all strong finger nails, thick hair and glowing skin. Let me be clear. I’m not complaining about pregnancy. I totally get how lucky I am to be carrying a life. I’m just keeping it real because while it’s THE GREATEST GIFT EVER…pregnancy can also really difficult. I am documenting the ups, the downs and the “glow” (guys, it’s sweat), through my 40 weeks of pregnancy.
Read about my first trimester here.
If I could sum up the second trimester with one word it would be swellnausea. Ok two words- swelling and nausea. I took my first pregnant flight at 13 weeks, first week of the third trimester and basically waddled around and elevated the entire vacation. I wish I could say the swelling just magically went away like the nausea (hallelujah- 20 weeks later), but it’s still something I’m dealing with. I swell up through my calves, not just my feet and sometimes my hands. I very rarely am able to get my engagement ring on but my wedding band never leaves my sausage finger. And of course, staying off my feet or drinking a lot of water aren’t the magic tricks- spin class is.
I bought an at home fetal doppler early on and would try it out every night. It wasn’t until about 13 weeks I could find the heartbeat and find it consistently. It became my little nightly routine after dinner to go sit in the rocking chair in the nursery and listen to his heartbeat. It is the sweetest sound, like music to my ears. At my 12 weeks ultrasound my doctor mentioned I had a left anterior placenta and would probably feel kicking earlier than most. At 17 weeks I felt him and he hasn’t stopped (we’re thinking an athletic scholarship). The first few times I dismissed it as muscle twitches (in retrospect I don’t know why, I’ve never had a muscle twitch in my stomach?) because it did not feel like a “flutter”, which is how I had heard it described before. The twitches changes to kicks and then to rolls and my the end of my second trimester I felt like I needed protection he became so strong.
My absolute favorite part of pregnancy to date was the anatomy scan at 21 weeks. To see every teeny tiny body part of this mystery person you are growing inside of you is unbelievable. Everything checked out perfectly, he had 10 fingers and 10 toes and is (still) a boy. We lucked out, when the ultrasound tech finished she said the doctor may or may not come in to speak with us. Luckily he did and gave us another chance to look at our sweet babe. He also “razzled and dazzled” us (his words), and flipped the ultrasound to 3D for a few minutes. It was unbelievable to see our baby go from skeletor (but really the cutest skeletor EVER) to an actual human. That is a moment I will never forget and I will cherish forever.
I’m am sitting here thinking about all of the amazing aspects of pregnancy. It is truly a miracle that a woman’s body can grow and house a baby and all of the technology we have to SEE and HEAR the baby. However I have really struggled with body image and it hit me hard in the second trimester. I’ve always been very fit and taken pride in the work I put into my body. If my pants started to get tight I would reel in the eating and amp up the workouts and soon I would be back to where I wanted to be. Not having that control during pregnancy has been a lot more difficult than I thought it would be. I feel like an alien in my own body and at times don’t even recognize myself in the mirror. This is something I am learning to deal with as I go but is very much a work in progress. I know it will be worth it in the end and after 40 short (but sometimes SUPER LONG) weeks, I can start to get back to my old self. Oh and if you’re wondering, the boobs have continued to grow with no signs of slowing down (how… really. How?)
At 28 weeks my doctor ordered my gestational diabetes test. I had heard so much about this test and how horrible it was. I ate my low carb breakfast (turkey sausage) and headed to the gym before. Well apparently it was a little too much protein because I ended up sick as a dog BEFORE I took my test but after about an hour I felt like I might actually live and headed to the lab. I was given a choice of a few flavors, I picked lime and chugged away. Granted, it wasn’t the best thing I’ve ever tasted but I for sure favored it over a shot of fireball. I waited the hour, they drew blood and I was on my way. All in all it was pretty painless and not nearly as bad as I had been warned. Oh- and I passed with flying colors! And just like that, 12 more weeks until baby Stark is here!