Since I’ve been pretty much MIA for the last couple of months, I thought I’d share with you the highs and lows of the First Trimester.
One of the toughest things about the first trimester was not only the worrying and unknown, but also not being able to share what was going on with me. I’m pretty much an open book (duh), so having to keep quiet about the most central, amazing part of my life was a challenge. I wanted to write but there was just too much sleeping to do. So, I’ve been storing up my thoughts for a while…
I’m going to keep it real. I’m not going to be one of those fashion bloggers who announces her pregnancy and then can still magically fit into her size 25 skinny jeans and make it all look so easy. Nope. It’s hard. I have a layer of fluff I don’t normally have. I am breaking out like a teenager. I haven’t worked out in 2 months and I am breathless when I walk up the stairs. I’m craving potato soup and candy corn.
And, mamas. One more thing…
It’s an interesting dynamic, trying for so long to get pregnant and then the long-awaited pregnancy. It’s almost as if once we get pregnant, we are expected to cherish every moment. BECAUSE WE WANTED THIS! And God knows other women are struggling and yearn to feel that first wave of nausea and pure exhaustion that indicate pregnancy.
But here’s the deal…
You can be grateful down to the bottom of your soul and marvel at the fact that your body is creating life. That you have 2 heartbeats inside of you. That somehow, you are blessed.
And you can also feel absolutely shitty. You can be scared and filled with guilt and doubt because you’re afraid you will fail and something will go wrong.
BOTH can be true.
Go easy on yourself. You can accept that this is the tough part. That the good will come later, but for now, it’s HARD and can even be downright brutal at times. Hang in there. You can also know this too shall pass.
Because in a couple of years, you will only remember the beautiful parts. The hard parts will dissolve like the bubbles in the stale ginger ale on my bedside table.
I woke up like this. (No, really.)
A sick baby girl who just wants to snuggle.
Never not lying down.
Attempting to sleep off the Mom Guilt.
Thank God for my dear husband. He has picked up the slack and then some.
Nothing a little Play-Doh in the eye can’t fix.
When baby girl wants to be just like mama. <3
Daddy to the rescue with a makeshift car and a puppet show.