Hey gang, so these grand plans of trimester updates didn’t exactly come to fruition, but I thought I would still post them for posterity, and just in case any of you find them useful!
So, I’m now nearly 17 weeks pregnant, which means I have entered to holy realm of the 2nd trimester. That beautiful time when your morning sickness and fatigue fade away, and you get a delightful bump and the sought-after pregnancy glow. Well…more on that later. Let’s chat about the three months that were the first trimester.
As a whole, I have been very lucky indeed. While I wouldn’t go so far as to say I sailed through the first trimester, it was definitely not as bad as I was expecting. I think the worst part was the waiting around, especially given that we had discovered I was pregnant so early. A little warning: this post is going to get real pretty quickly, so if you’re not up for an in depth chat about my bodily functions, I recommend you give this post a miss!
The thing most people want to know is whether I suffered from morning sickness. The short answer is no. The long answer is no, but I did have lots of nausea for a couple of weeks. Most of the advice that I gleaned from the internet said that it could be best staved off by eating small meals often, which is something I definitely found worked for me. I’ve become addicted to cream crackers – either on their own or with some butter, because these have proved the best snack for any time I begin to feel a bit peaky. Plus they’re not exactly ‘delicious’ so I’m not too tempted to go crazy and eat a whole packet at once. The nausea was at its worst around 8 weeks, but thankfully (or perhaps not?) I was on half term, so basically spent a week prostrate on the sofa feeling rather sorry for myself!
The other thing that has been too real, has been the slowing down of my digestive system. I am blessed with an inherited dodgy gut in general anyway, but being pregnant really took it to a whole new level. Here is your TMI warning. Right now. I was pretty backed up for 2 -3 weeks of the first trimester, and let’s just say I was not very pleasant company. It was trump city. Hopefully I have worded that in a way where you know what I mean, but that won’t embarrass me in years to come…
In my 7th week we attended an Early Bird appointment at our local children’s centre. This was where a midwife from the area gave an informal presentation to a group of expectant parents all about pregnancy and childbirth in our area. She gave a general overview of the process, what some of our choices were, and handed out our hospital notes. It was fascinating, exciting and eye-opening. One poor woman kept rushing out every 5 minute to be sick – I suddenly became very grateful of the my state of nausea…
A few weeks later I had my booking appointment with my midwife, and Mr H came along to that as well. It was all very humdrum, and in some ways I found that incredibly comforting, as if this was a natural part of life that happens every day, and nothing to be frightened of. Which I suppose, it is! My midwife L took bloods, went through my paperwork, checked my blood pressure, and measured my height and weight. Joy.
I’ve gained about 4kg over the course of the first trimester, which did feel like a lot. I am already about 10kg overweight, but I’m trying not to get too wrapped up in my weight, because, you know, I’m growing a whole other person and is a number on a set of scale really the most important thing right now? No. No it is not. However, I am a weight-gainer in life (#growernotaglower) and I just need to keep a handle on things.
Week 8 was probably my worst week – where all the symptoms I had kind of converged together with an extra helping of fatigue. Thankfully, it didn’t last long and I must admit being at work after this time was a real blessing. I was busy enough to keep my mind off how I was feeling, and routine and structure in each day helped me to make it through.
You are supposed to have your first scan around 12 -1 3 weeks, but in truth there is a baby boom in my area and I was nearly 14 weeks before they managed to squeeze me in! It was quite nerve-wracking, because up until that point no one had actually checked that I was pregnant! It was just based on a bit of plastic and my say-so. Because there are no outward signs yet, it’s quite an odd feeling – I really wanted to make sure I was actually pregnant! You also hear so many stories of ‘missed’ miscarriages, and the thought of that was enough to turn my nerves of steel into jelly. Thankfully, everything was completely fine, and we even saw our little one open its mouth!
There’s a human in there!
All in all, it wasn’t exactly a walk in the park, but I feel like I can’t really complain about my first trimester – before I knew it the second rolled around!