Pregnancy Confessions: Part 2
Well, here I am in my second trimester and creeping right around the corner is the third. It’s getting more real and hard to ignore at this point. In my true dramatic fashion, here are my humble observations of what I’ve been dealing with during this magical time. :)
BUTT IS GONE: Being blessed with a significant booty most of my life, I often wondered when I did get pregnant if my ass would expand as far out as my belly, resembling a pregnant oompa loompa of sorts. However, the opposite has been the case. My butt has been slowly morphing into a flatter, wider version of itself while it disappears into my hot dog shaped body like that of an elderly man.
CELLULITE: Out of control. Just completely. I struggled with cellulite as a normal woman entering into her 30’s so to see how quickly and happily it has multiplied taking up all the real estate it desires has been a not so welcome treat. So if anyone has any creams or brushes that they recommend, I’m all ears! Even though I know none of that stuff really helps, I’ll still try it.
I KNOW NOTHING ABOUT MY OWN ANATOMY: Let’s just say the very little information I obtained from 5th grade health education in public school has left me clueless. I stare at the larger than life pictures of the female reproductive system at the doctors office in shock and awe. Yes, I’m going to take a childbirth class to prepare as much as I can but the fact that I still have a hard time remembering the baby’s umbilical cord is not attached to MY belly button is proving I absolutely need more education on the matter.
BELLY TOUCHING: Some women hate it, I honestly could care less. I’m just glad they acknowledge the fact that I’m actually pregnant and not just filling out my sweatshirt in a glorious winter manner. And it makes me feel like I’m winning a little award each time another mom gets excited and asks me all the questions…like yes, my body is doing all these things and look how well I’m handling it!
CLOTHING: I’ve resolved to wearing my husbands clothes a majority of the time. Working from home gives me such a glorious luxury. I still have about 2-3 outfits for the outside world that are “acceptable” but after a few hours those are long gone and Jake’s t-shirts are back on. Finding comfortable underwear is a constant battle that I’m losing.
LIVE SHOWS: I’m realizing I may be too old to play the cool venues or at least right now because I never used to physically gasp at a late set time. But alas, that’s where I’m at…rationing my caffeine intake or saving it for later will be completely necessary.
BABY MOVES: When he kicks hard or moves a lot, I can see it on the outside of my stomach. That just weirds/grosses me out more than anything else and makes me feel like a questionable mom already.
Now that I’ve complained a lot, here are some things that have helped me a ton or that I’m appreciating about this time…
Taking in and acknowledging a quiet house because that probably wont happen again ever.
Enjoying sleep when I can! I’m a horrible napper but I have been falling asleep very quickly and getting up earlier. I actually have more energy in the mornings which has never been the case and taking advantage of it before it peters out greatly by late afternoon.
My husband. He has been so awesome and helpful in countless ways. I could only imagine how hard it would be to be a single parent and the baby isn’t even here yet! I am beyond grateful to have a partner like him.
Appreciation for my body: How I looked pre-pregnancy, what it’s capable of doing, and pointing out how vain I am. If I ever get abs again, I will not be taking them for granted!
It’s so cool to start to notice movement patterns and what the baby responds to. So far any time I play an instrument or am around loud music, he starts partying. Distracting to me? Yes, but makes me feel like he’s just beginning to foster his inner Justin Timberlake. Which I am beyond cool with.
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