At certain points during pregnancy, you start to feel like maybe you’ll just be pregnant forever. And then one day you wake up at 29 weeks pregnant and realize that it all went by in a blink. Somehow I’ve already erased the nauseous, exhausted memories of those first 3 months, which should serve me well when we decide to do this all again.
These days, I feel great. I’m happy, I’m energized, and I’m very, very intent on organizing every square inch of my entire life and home. Ask Daniel and he’ll tell you about how hard he’s tried to watch the World Cup with a wife who runs in front of the tv 200 times per game just so she can move decorative objects from one side of the family room to the other.
The most exciting parts of this second trimester have been getting to see the baby during our 20-week ultrasound (his little nose and lips!!) and feeling closer and more connected to him every day. In three months’ time, his movements have gone from feeling like bubbles in my abdomen (easy to confuse with gas pains) to full-on rolling, wave-like motions and kicking that even Daniel can feel. It’s as sweet as it is somewhat startling.
I’ve told Daniel a million times times how lucky I feel to have experienced such an uneventful, smooth-sail of a pregnancy. Physically, sure I’ve dealt with a lot of the common pregnancy symptoms you hear about—the heartburn, lower back pain, the itchy belly and boobs, and the aching, restless legs while trying to fall asleep—but really, nothing too bad. So far my most uncomfortable symptom has been the constant peeing. And I’m no stranger to having to pee all the time! For at least the past ten years, I have woken up multiple times per night to use the bathroom. But pregnancy has made things much worse—like peeing every half hour/hour—and I hate it.
During this trimester, I also weaned off of my antidepressant—the one I had been on for 6 years, the one I love because after trying four others with no change in my depression, this one seemed to lift the hopeless fog. With guidance from my doctor, I took about a month and a half (perhaps up to two months, I can’t remember) to slowly taper off of the 10mg I was on. Of course I was nervous. Thankfully thankfully thankfully, I felt fine. I didn’t notice a difference in my mood, energy…anything. I’m so relieved that that was the case for me, but I know how individual this experience is for each and every one of us, so please don’t just take my word for it if you’re considering going off of your own antidepressant. Talk with your doctor, always.
Before pregnancy, I never really cared for a number of the things I’ve since found myself craving, like lemon sorbet, key lime pie, and sour patch kids. Other cravings: banana cream pie, soft-serve ice cream, oatmeal…and I miss deli meats and sushi so much.
In the beginning of my second trimester I was still turned off by lots of wholesome stuff—namely veggies, and chicken that isn’t breaded and fried :)—but for most of this trimester I’ve had no real aversions.
As of my last doctor’s appointment, at 28 weeks—the start of my third trimester, I’ve gained 40 pounds. I didn’t think I’d say this before I got pregnant, but I feel really accepting of the weight I’ve put on. Of course, there are moments when I get anxious thinking of losing whatever I end up gaining in the end, wondering, will I be too exhausted to fight cravings and make healthy choices? Most of the time though, I feel pretty darn peaceful. I marvel at the ways that pregnancy has changed my relationship with my body, how it’s softened me, made me less self-conscious, and more intuitive.