To be fair on myself, I’m into week 17 of my pregnancy and today marks the second day of waking up with no headache, so y’know, all could be changing and I may well start to enjoy myself.
For those of you who read my first trimester post you will know I have suffered quite badly with severe migraines up until week 15 of pregnancy. It’s only the last two weeks where I’ve woken up with mild headaches which seem to shift as soon as I’ve had breakfast and walked around for a bit. I learned the longer I lie down, the worse the pain got so getting up as soon as I woke became a survival method. But day two of feeling relatively normal and I already have high hopes of a glowing second trimester. Maybe it’s too soon to be making assumptions?
When your body seems to turn against you during what others refer to as a ‘precious gift’ you start to lose sight of the end goal and instead wonder why you thought getting pregnant was even a good idea. You then start to feel bad about not enjoying being pregnant like other women around you. Like really, am I the only one having a bad time right now?
You won’t believe the number of women who have looked at me blankly when I confess I haven’t enjoyed being pregnant so far and that I’m not sure I would want to do it again. I instantly wish I hadn’t opened my mouth as they shot back with; it’s only the first trimester, it’s 9 months of your life, wait till the baby comes then you’ll be really feeling like shit. Gee thanks for the support ladies. LOL.
I envy the women around me who are breezing through their pregnancy on cloud nine, eagerly awaiting to meet their little bundle of joy whilst I’ve barely been making it through the day without wanting to cry. Not only have I felt utterly miserable but I’ve also felt extremely guilty for feeling all of the above. Somewhere around week 14 I sat on my bed and sobbed so hard because I couldn’t understand why I was feeling so ill all the time.
As women, we are meant to cherish this miracle of being able to procreate and don’t get me wrong, I thank the heavens above my body is working as it should be, but why do I get the feeling I’m not meant to tell other people pregnancy hasn’t been enjoyable? Why do I also get the feeling that maybe I’m not alone and that a lot of women are pretending to cherish every waking moment of being pregnant because they too feel like it’s their duty? Well I’m here to tell you it’s ok if you aren’t exactly bouncing around full of beans and optimism right now; you do not have to explain yourself to anyone.
Minus the headaches and migraines let’s talk about some of the other wonderful things I’m going through.
I’ve always liked the fact I don’t have big boobs, although y’know, one cup size bigger would be nice sometimes. I don’t wear bras because I’m so used to wearing sports bras that anything else feels extremely uncomfortable. But now my boobs have out grown even my most comfortable sports bras so I had to go out and buy an actual bra the other day. It’s nice and makes me feel relatively sexy (as sexy as one can feel during pregnancy) but not sure how long will it last before it’s too small.
Disinterest in sex
If there’s one thing men will read about pregnancy it will be this: sex during the second trimester can be the best sex of a woman’s life. I think Rich casually mentioned this to me somewhere around week 8 where things were starting to take a turn for the worse and quite frankly I wanted to punch him in the face. Bless him for having high hopes for the future though.
The people who write these articles on pregnancy sex seem to have forgotten about the population of women who don’t have the best sex of their lives. And believe me, these women exist. I’ve done my research. Everything hurts. I feel like nothing down there is working as it should be and all the ‘extra blood flow’ is in fact making sex very uncomfortable rather than mind-blowing. Sorry Rich, but we gave it our best shot.
The good news here is if I slather my body in layers of fake tan I can almost disguise the orange peel effect which seems to have made itself at home on my upper thighs and bum. I even caved and ordered a cellulite cup the other day. Not sure if you’ve seen them circling around on Facebook but the reviews were amazing and seeing as I haven’t felt up to exercise, this is me clutching at straws. Maybe this could be a whole other blog post in itself? Watch this space.
I’m at that stage where none of my regular clothes fit me but I’m not quite fitting into maternity clothes either. Which has resulted in me spending a lot of my time in over sized t-shirts and baggy jumpers. I did buy a really nice pair of maternity jeans but after walking around in them for 20 minutes, they felt so big under my belly that I had to go back to my regular jeans. At first I started buying one size up in clothes thinking this would work but then I literally looked like I was wearing a tent most of the time. Bring on the bump so I can take advantage of the maternity range.
So there we have it, my pregnancy update and how I’ve been feeling so far. Let’s all keep our fingers crossed that the worst is over and I can start getting excited about meeting our little baby boy. Also, unusual, cute name suggestions are welcome so leave a comment below if you have any.
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