This week I hit the 15 week marker. According to the email I received from Bounty this weekend, I should be feeling a bit of ‘bloom’ by now. But like the suddenly disappearing sunshine, replaced with drizzle and rain, I feel a little ‘under the weather.’ Of course, the elation and joy of the pregnancy is still there, but physically, I feel pretty rough. Even formulating sentences as I type this this feels like an effort for my hazy head. It’s three and a half years or so since I was pregnant with Pip, and I’m wondering if, over time, I romanticised his pregnancy, haloing it with a rose tinted glow. Perhaps I felt like this then, and I’ve just forgotten the realities of how I felt. Maybe it’s because I’m older, I’m feeling the effects of this pregnancy more. Maybe I have also developed early onset amnesia, because it seems as though I’m doing this for the first time again; there is so much I’d forgotten about being pregnant. Things such as:
Time goes incredibly slowly. Every day of those first twelve weeks drags on as though it is a year. That 12 week watershed feels as if it will never come. You can’t wait until you get past the 12 week milestone; have that all important scan and see your baby bouncing around. But once you have, the worry still doesn’t seem to go away completely. Little nagging voices still appear in your head... what about the Downs syndrome results - they seem to be taking a long time? Did you take the folic acid long enough before getting pregnant? What was that sharp pain you just felt near your bellybutton? Those cramping pains..are they normal? Should you have just eaten that feta? Is it pasteurised or not? And you start to wonder, will I ever relax?
Morning sickness is a misnomer. In my case late afternoon is when I always hit the dredge zone. Eating seems to be my only way out of it. I have munched my way through more carbs in the last few weeks than I care to remember. Thankfully, the frequency of sickness seems to be waning now, and the recent warm weather has allowed me to compensate for my carb loading with some delicious, healthy salads and fresh fruit.
The excruciating tiredness of early pregnancy. Factor in running around after a young energetic boy all day, who also considers you a human trampoline, and that makes things even more exhausting. I pray for him to resurrect his lunchtime nap, because then, perhaps I could just sneak off for forty winks too. Sadly, my Duracell bunny of a son doesn’t seem to favour this option, so instead, we both sit after lunch staring into space on the sofa, he at ‘Curious George’ on the TV and me, in some hypnotic state of extreme fatigue.
The constant need to go to the toilet. This seems to hit me most when I slide into bed at night, exhausted and ready to sleep. My body then seems to think it’s highly amusing to make me get up at least twice in the night to go the the loo. The days aren’t much better either, I can barely take a walk around the local high road without needing a loo stop. Thank goodness for the high density of coffee shops (and the improved quality of decaf coffee since I was last pregnant.) As I understand it, the pressure on my bladder should let up a bit in the next week or so, as everything ‘moves up’; I might even be able to venture further than a few hundred yards from civilisation without fear of being caught short.
It’s always the same foods that I can’t bear to eat. Things I’d normally enjoy, I just can’t stomach. Namely, salmon and camommile tea. Bleurgh. However, I have developed a great liking for tomatoes. Any which way really, but I’m finding a sprinkling of white pepper makes them taste even more delicious than normal.
The clothes dilemma at the start of the second trimester. Normal trousers are too tight, and tops are starting to not cover the bump. But, there’s a gap between growing out of these clothes and fitting into smock like maternity wear or trousers with huge bump bands. Finding clothes for this stage seems to be tricky. There is one major upside though. Hello Breasts! Finally, I have some again.
The question on everyone’s lips. Once you announce your pregnancy, the first thing that 98% of people ask once they’ve heartily congratulated you is; "Are you going to find out the sex?". I have lost count of the many times we’ve been asked this over the past two weeks - but I’ll estimate at least fifty (and that’s excluding my mother who asks me every single time we speak on the phone.) The answer is, we haven’t decided yet.
So, yes, some things that I’d forgotten. (But obviously, now they’re written down, won’t forget again.) And just to be clear, this blog post is not a moan, I wanted this pregnancy more than anything, and even the less pleasurable bits, I’m determined to see as all part of the wonderful experience, it’s just I’d rather they were slightly less persistent in their frequency and fervour. Ah well, can’t have your cake and eat it...(unless you’re pregnant..in which case, maybe you can?)
As I make my way through the second trimester what other forgotten about joys do I have to look forward to?