As some you may or may not know, my husband and I are expecting our first child around May 15. The tolls of pregnancy have come as quite a surprise to me, and I have learned many things about my relationship as well as myself:
First trimester is no joke. Many of my friends that have been through a pregnancy always said they had absolutely no trouble with the first 13 weeks. They were a little more tired, but no nausea and no morning sickness. Did it workout this way for me? Of course not. From about week 5 until week 13 I lived with my head in the toilet bowl. I hadn’t told anyone at work yet, so I would try to strategically take “coffee breaks” so I wouldn’t have to subject the entire office to the sounds of me vomiting. I was a lump those weeks; I was lucky to be able to stay awake until 7:30 at night, and I always took a nap over my lunch break. Joe was absolutely a super hero during this phase. He held my hair back, he took my emotional outbursts, and he would go to bed with me before 7 even if he wasn’t tired.
I always thought that pregnancy brain was just a convenient excuse for someone to blame forgetting something on. I quickly found out that nothing is truer than pregnancy brain. Numerous times I have been in the middle of a conversation and will suddenly have no idea what we were talking about. I’m sure many of my office mates are incredibly frustrated with the shear number of times I ask the same question over and over again. Pregnancy brain may be one of the most frustrating things that I have ever experienced. I am used to functioning at a higher level of cognition; I have always had a great memory. Now, I feel like a goldfish. If anything takes me off task, then I will be completely lost when I come back to it. I’m just going to make a blanket apology to anyone in the community that has been a victim of my pregnancy brain.
I’m an emotional person to begin with- the first time I saw the movie “Frozen” I cried. Now add in hormones and it’s not pretty. About a month after we found out about the pregnancy, my husband decided it was time to throw away a dead basil plant. I cried over this stupid basil plant. Anytime we’re watching a television show and I see someone show any sort of strong emotion, I instantly start ugly crying. This has become quite the source of humor for Joe. In the beginning, I tried to hide it from him, but it happens too often now for me to even attempt to conceal the tears.
Being tall means I show late. It has become quite irritating for me to see all of these adorable pregnant bellies, but mine has yet to round out. This baby is definitely growing upwards instead of outwards. I should probably be thankful- I just recently have had to size up my clothing, so I’ve saved plenty of money on maternity clothes. My mother, who is two inches shorter than me, is even surprised that I’m not showing yet at 24 weeks.
I’m still waiting for cravings to really hit, but I’m sure that they’re coming. I have pretty much not stopped thinking about Chipotle burritos for two weeks, but I haven’t wanted to dip a burrito in peanut butter. But seriously, if anyone is going anywhere near a Chipotle (I’d settle for Pancheros also), I’d love to place an order.