We made it to the 2nd trimester! I can't decide what I'm happiest about: more energy (that seems to come and go, depending on the day) or the small bump that's making my pants too tight. That's right; I'm excited for my baby bump! I can't wait for more physical (and not just symptomatic) evidence that I'm carrying a child. I can't wait to pass this awkward stage of looking bloated from a good meal versus looking pregnant. (OK, so the two are closely related at this point...the bump looks more prominent after I've eaten.)
My least favorite comments so far have revolved around my current size and "baby weight" predictions. Coworkers complained about the weight they gained with each of their pregnancies and then proceeded to predict I wouldn't gain any or that it will simply "slip off" as soon as I give birth. They were trying to be nice, I'm positive. To keep from scaring me about what will most likely be the heaviest weight I'll ever be. But you know what? I'm not scared! I'd be scared of NOT gaining any weight. Baby's got to have nutrients! Baby's got to grow! And it is so worth every pound and stretch mark I'll earn, even if they never fully go away.
My least favorite comments so far have revolved around my current size and "baby weight" predictions. Coworkers complained about the weight they gained with each of their pregnancies and then proceeded to predict I wouldn't gain any or that it will simply "slip off" as soon as I give birth. They were trying to be nice, I'm positive. To keep from scaring me about what will most likely be the heaviest weight I'll ever be. But you know what? I'm not scared! I'd be scared of NOT gaining any weight. Baby's got to have nutrients! Baby's got to grow! And it is so worth every pound and stretch mark I'll earn, even if they never fully go away.
Even an employee at a maternity store asked me if I was shopping for a gift. When I said no, I was shopping for myself, and a joking "Can't you tell?", she gave me the once over and said, "Come back when you've got a belly, then we'll talk." My pregnancy hormones made me overly emotional about that one. I'm pretty sure I flushed a lovely shade of red and swallowed a tear or two. It must never have occurred to her that her comment could come across a little hurtful. Some women are actually thrilled to be pregnant, and that a baby bump is something of a dream, not a dreaded "side effect." Personally, I like shopping for maternity clothes before I get much bigger, because I'll have comfy things to wear as soon as my jeans won't zip up. Makes sense, no?
Bring on the cocoa shea butter lotion and the belly rubs! And maternity pants--funny looking belly panel or no--are SO comfortable, I can't wait to wear them daily! (Right now they're my go-to when I'm feeling particularly uncomfortable or my normal jeans are in the wash.) There's a lovely pair of shorts with my name on them, waiting for summer (thanks Mama Mo!). I'm so happy to have reached phase 2 of the journey. And even if I (and Super Husband) am the only one to recognize it, Baby is starting to show!
Don't be concerned for me--I understand how this works. I know I'll feel remarkably uncomfortable in my third trimester, when I feel like a beached whale and can't put on my own socks (thank goodness it'll be summer and sandal weather!). My midwife has already warned me that my tiny, yet long, rib cage means breathing is going to be a joy when Baby starts pushing up on it. Ouchies on the way! But for now, let's be excited for the bump, shall we? Okay!
Bring on the cocoa shea butter lotion and the belly rubs! And maternity pants--funny looking belly panel or no--are SO comfortable, I can't wait to wear them daily! (Right now they're my go-to when I'm feeling particularly uncomfortable or my normal jeans are in the wash.) There's a lovely pair of shorts with my name on them, waiting for summer (thanks Mama Mo!). I'm so happy to have reached phase 2 of the journey. And even if I (and Super Husband) am the only one to recognize it, Baby is starting to show!
Don't be concerned for me--I understand how this works. I know I'll feel remarkably uncomfortable in my third trimester, when I feel like a beached whale and can't put on my own socks (thank goodness it'll be summer and sandal weather!). My midwife has already warned me that my tiny, yet long, rib cage means breathing is going to be a joy when Baby starts pushing up on it. Ouchies on the way! But for now, let's be excited for the bump, shall we? Okay!
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