I came into week 15 just slightly bitter towards the general female race. EVERYONE had told me, “oh, don’t you worry! Second trimester is a completely breeze and you’ll feel like your old self!” Lies. They were all lies. I was two weeks in and still feeling hungover day in and day out. I cursed at articles on the Internet and rolled my eyes when people assured me it would get better. I could have definitely had a better attitude, but I would rather be told nothing and suffer than be told I’ll be just fine and still find myself in misery.
Thankfully, by week 16, I was started to feel a change! I was able to stomach a larger variety of food, my energy was starting to pick up and I felt less and less irritation to my digestive system. I felt like I had caught my stride and could finally manage my body. My routine became more stable and I found it easier to get out and into the world. Sleep was still a challenge, but since I was eating a lot more quality foods, I was able to sustain energy throughout the day.
The only new symptom I really started to experience was horrible acid reflux. I had a small issue with heartburn in the first trimester, but nothing like this. It would get so bad that I could just feel everything happening in my throat and would wake up coughing at night. Thankfully, I found just taking a few Tums would bring relief so while it was uncomfortable, I didn’t mind it. I was so grateful to have a symptom that also came with a remedy!
By week 18, I started showing a bit. This was equally excited and a bit frustrating. I was really excited to see physical progress, but it was so slow going that I felt like I appeared to be hitting the turkey and Christmas cookies extra hard. Of course, it’s all normal! I didn’t expect to balloon over night (I think that would be detrimental to my psyche!), but I think the small weight gain was a struggle because to any other person, I probably just looked a little fluffier than normal. I thought about making a tshirt that said “PREGNANT” or “It’s not just the turkey” but instead, I just worked with my clothes until I found pieces that made me feel comfortable and confident.
As Christmas approached, we found the our excitement level lift as we were surrounded by ecstatic friends and family. We received some of the dearest gifts for our little and bringing those home and putting them up in the nursery started to make thing seem real. Which, without feeling the baby move yet and not really showing, it all still seemed like one big, hungover dream.
Until next time!