I’ve enjoyed being pregnant a million times more than I ever anticipated.
While the first trimester was fraught with nausea, exhaustion, food aversions, and no visible proof that a new life was beginning, the second trimester feels like the polar opposite. I pretty much have my pre-pregnancy life back (minus the wine, plus a baby bump). I have energy, I have motivation, I have an appetite. I find so much satisfaction in constantly reaching new milestones. For the first time in my life, I actually enjoy visiting the doctor. Knowing that she is really a “she” and referring to her by her name is surreal in the best way possible. I love watching my baby bump grow as the weeks pass. I’ve been able to feel her move twice (once while laying in bed and the other time while walking by a very loud parade at Disneyland) and both experiences have been incredibly awesome. I’ve given nearly all my money to Baby Gap because, gosh darn it, those clothes are what dreams are made of. I’ve gained a little bit of weight (mainly in the form of love handles…ay yi yi), but nothing too noticeable just yet. My moods have been pretty consistent, minus the occasional tearful outburst (sometimes life is just sad / frustrating / beautiful!). And most importantly, I’m more in love with my husband than I ever thought possible.
Of course, this is not to say that everything is perfect all the time. I’m plagued with heartburn on a regular basis. I’m running out of flattering clothing options, thus making me feel kind of terrible about my appearance. My acne-prone skin and perpetually oily hair are even more disastrous than usual. And worst of all, the more attached I get to this baby, the more I start to panic about all the godforsaken things that could go wrong (so THIS is what being a parent feels like). But really, these are all things that I can live with on a daily basis.
The second trimester (thus far) really is all it’s cracked up to be and I’m happy to be along for the ride.