I’m 12 weeks and 2 days along today, and depending on what website or Doctor you consult, I may or may not be in the second trimester, which is the fun trimester. I’m going to say no, because judging by how I have been feeling over the last week, there is no fun to be had.
I am bloated, tired, grouchy, gassy, constipated, hungry, and nauseous at the SAME TIME. I hadn’t had any problems with nausea since about 7 weeks, except for the random, occasional nausea I would feel un-pregnant. And then over the last week, I have begun to feel sick right after breakfast. It’s nothing like how it was at the very beginning of this pregnancy when I was so sick and exhausted, all I wanted to do was dig a hole inside of my mattress and live inside of it until it was time to give birth. It’s just an uncomfortable bubbly feeling, which makes me think this nausea probably springs from bloating and my GI problems. It’s really just indigestion, but it’s still unpleasant. I’m thanking my lucky stars I’m not puking, and haven’t puked at all.
I’m also unable to fit into my un-pregnant pants, but still not really able to fit in my maternity pants. It’s not stopping me from wearing them, though! Having to pull my pants up every few minutes is better than having to cut my pants off of my fat thighs at the end of the day. I bought a pair of khaki corduroy maternity pants for work that have an elastic waistband, so they work great for right now, even if they are a little baggy around the… every-other area. On my off days, however, I vastly prefer yoga pants. I know they are a step away from black leggings, but they are comfortable and offer plenty of room to grow. I can wear whatever I want when I am sitting on my butt watching A&E on Netflix.
I am able to write this entire post about pregnancy is effecting me, but the truth is, this has yet to feel real. It still hasn’t sunk in that in about 6 months, there’s going to be another baby in this house. Right now it’s this weird physical condition that requires me to take care of myself differently, and make better dietary choices, but it’s still not because there’s a baby inside of me that’s growing to grow and take over the world when it’s born. Right now, with every thing that’s going on, I’m still not able to commit the time it would take to convince myself that in half a year, everything is going to change EVEN MORE.
I think I’m holding off on this revelation because it’s going to bring to the forefront the obvious truth that our three year desperately needs to be potty trained. Oh. Dear. GOD.
Tuesday I have an appointment for a NT screening, which means we will have new baby pictures to try and make this seem more real. For those of you hoping for belly pics: sorry. No camera. I’m trying my best to resolve this situation, I really am. Maybe I need to hop on the MS Paint bandwagon.