The first trimester … aka the three months you spend adjusting to the idea that you are growing a person while simultaneously learning about all the ways you could wake up pregnant one day and not be pregnant the next. You alternate between sheer bliss and complete and utter fear. It’s the time you Google everything and then ban yourself from Google. You learn all sorts of ways your body can hurt you and make you uncomfortable. You’ll find foods you love no longer taste like actual food (RIP Mexican food). It’s also when you read every blog and join all the forums and then unsubscribe from blogs and delete your accounts on forums.
It’s like returning to class and knowing absolutely nothing about a single subject. Or that dream where you find your self in class completely naked and unable to hide. And your awkward teen years where you have no control over your body or anything that happens in your life.
In other words … it’s a bucket of never ending fun and discovery.
The first two weeks after finding out we were expecting, I felt amazing. I had so much energy and felt completely invigorated. Then, week 6 hit and my body and brain ceased to function after 2:20 pm – seriously, it’s like clockwork. I’d go to bed at 8 and wake up around 3 and toss and turn until 6. Never in my life had I been so exhausted, I was a literal zombie. On weekends, I would (and still do) take a nap for about 3 hours in the afternoon, wake up and eat dinner and then watch a show with the Mr. and then I was out by eight again.
The exhaustion by far has been the worst symptom so far.
Luckily, morning sickness was limited to 3 morning puking sessions and nausea when I didn’t eat in time. I felt like I’d dodged a huge bullet. Until my mom told me she didn’t experience any morning sickness until 16 weeks or so. Hoping that isn’t hereditary!
The most amazing moment of the first trimester was seeing the baby and watching it’s tiny heart flutter. There is a teeny, tiny human growing in my uterus. It was surreal and yet made everything more real. I finally confirmed that not only was there a baby growing, but that we had created life.
While the exhaustion has been difficult, the hardest part is finding patience. This is one process I don’t want to rush, but all I want is for it to be July so we can meet the little booger that is make my uterus hurt and making it impossible for me to poop.