Ahhh as I write this I am just into the second trimester of my pregnancy. Hurray. I am full of hope that this means there will be an end to the sickness, exhaustion and various other random side effects I’ve experienced.
So where to start.
The sickness. Bitch. Nasty stupid sickness. I think I got away with it until I was around 7 weeks and then along it came, with a vengeance. I had horrendous morning sickness with Josh and was very nearly hospitalised a couple of times, so I had been hoping the pregnancy gods (goddesses?!) would be a bit kinder this time. No such luck. It’s been vomit central for about 7 solid weeks now. And believe me when I say it’s relentless. When I was pregnant with Josh I could just go to bed and rest whereas now I have had moments of throwing up in the loo then immediately having to play with Josh and reassure his worried little face as more than once he’s actually seen me throw up and has no idea what’s going on.
I’ve noticed if I’m hungry I start to feel sick so I’ve been trying to eat little and often. I literally have to eat as soon as I get up in the morning otherwise I feel terrible. That alongside small sips of water and, randomly, apples, seem to be what stops me from feeling dreadful. I am now 14 weeks and I am still being sick although it does seem to be every other day weirdly – I have a good day and then the next day I’m throwing my guts up. The one thing I have been doing is just thinking, every time I’m sick it’s so worth it. I am so grateful for this baby and if it means I have to throw up several times everyday then so be it
I had forgotten how exhausted you get in that first trimester. And this time around there is very little room for much needed naps. I am one of these lucky people that can fall asleep anywhere and anytime so when Josh naps, I nap! Sam has been put on Daddy Day Care duties at weekends so I can sneak off for an afternoon nap. It can honestly feel like being hit by a bus sometimes cause you’re so done in. More than once bedtime has been at 8pm! In fact every night I am normally in bed by 9pm easily. I have to apologise to Sam because I feel so bad because sometimes I feel like I haven’t spent much time with him, but thankfully he’s really understanding and on more than one occasion has woken me from the sofa and taken me to bed.
What’s that lump on my leg….
OK so this is a weird one. Literally a couple of weeks after getting my positive test, I noticed a couple of bumps on my shins. I thought they were bites as they were that sort of size and shape. Then I noticed more – it was like they’d moved. Not long afterwards I saw swelling in my ankles. So I did the one thing I shouldn’t have done….
Dick move. An hour later I was on the phone to the doctor making an emergency appointment. As you can tell, I was already a paranoid nutter; I have been so frightened of anything going wrong, so I wasn’t going to just sit on it. I was determined to go and get it sorted. In hindsight, I’m glad I did. The doctor diagnosed something called Thrombophlebitis. Basically baby and uterus are sat on a major vein to my legs and it is somehow causing some hardening in the veins in my legs. I’ve had to spend evenings with my legs up on piles of cushions so my legs were higher than my heart. When we went on holiday to the New Forest the pain in my ankles, which were so swollen, became agonising and I went to the local doctor again just to have my wee tested to make sure there was no signs of pre-eclampsia. Thankfully there wasn’t and in the past few weeks the lumps have subsided, the swelling has gone down and the pain has disappeared. It has not been a nice side effect and not one I even remotely anticipated.
On to the Second Trimester
Now into the second trimester, I am praying my sickness and exhaustion subsides a bit (it hasn’t so far). Sleeping is a bit of a nightmare at the moment because I now seem to have a permanently runny nose combined with sneezing fits which is keeping me awake in the early hours adding to the lack of sleep.
However I am constantly thinking positive – I am so grateful and lucky to be in this position and to have this gorgeous baby growing inside me. It’s all worth the hideous side effects and I don’t want anyone to think I am sounding ungrateful at all. Anyone who is human and gone through this will understand that feeling pretty shit doesn’t take away from the joy that is pregnancy.
It is amazing seeing my bump growing too; I popped so early and it is an additional reassurance to see my body physically changing and growing. And I can’t lie, I am loving that my boobs have returned. I feel so womanly!! They bloody hurt though!
It’s been a looooooong first trimester, yet I now suspect the next 6 months are going to fly by. I’m already wanting to get organised; poor old Josh is being turfed out of the nursery but (very exciting) going into his big boy room which I can’t wait to deck out in Hey Duggee tat!!! Everything is changing; it’s exciting, overwhelming, a whole new chapter. We’re considering moving to somewhere a bit bigger, which is a huge prospect in itself, and I can’t wait to see where we all are this time next year.
The first trimester, I think many will agree, is the hardest. It’s not just cause you’re throwing up, knackered, and trying to keep a big secret (if that’s what you choose to do) but it’s the anxiety. I do feel like it’s plagued me through the first trimester and I am now making a conscious effort to relax, enjoy it and embrace everything.
Right I am getting a bit rambley now (I do chat on don’t I)! So I am off to smother myself in Bio Oil and Mama Mio Bump Butter (the BEST products for preventing the dreaded stretch marks) and eat some cake…. because that’s an unwritten Mama to be rule right.