The first trimester was gone and the second had arrived. It had taken forever to do so but I can't complain. At week 14 the morning sickness had finally waned and I was feeling back to myself. I was able to get back into the gym every day and continue my normal routines. Unfortunately, I was still in total denial Pregnancy is not something I really wanted to acknowledge or talk about. It still seemed to unreliable to be excited about it. So I kept my mouth shut and most of my thoughts to myself.
As I mentioned in the first trimester blog, my Heavenly Father really blessed me with insights into this pregnancy. About six weeks into the second trimester you get to find out the sex. Brent and I never had any question that we would in fact find out. A little back story: On my side there is four little grandsons and no grand daughters, so I wanted a girl. Yea, I only wanted a girl to have the first girl. It has been that was for years. I remember in January I was walking up the stairs and just like the "It worked" revelation I thought "You don't have a little penis inside of you" (my dad is CRINGING right now) but that is what came to my mind. It was such a matter of fact thing that there was no reason to question it. Two weeks later it was confirmed, we were having a girl. Once again, I wasn't surprised.
The next big milestone was feeling her kick. My doctor said it would be around 21 weeks. He must really know his stuff because 3 days into my 21st week I thought I felt her for the first time. I was laying in bed with this happened so I grabbed Brent's hand. I felt one or two small kicks and then there was one huge one. I guess she just wanted to say hi to dad. From there I only felt her off and on throughout the week. There were a few times I was tempted to google it, but I kept with my doctors advice and never used google advice to tell me about my pregnancy.
Right around 22 weeks I started to show. Yes, for the girl who works really hard to stay "fit" this was kinda traumatic, since I still hadn't really addressed actually being pregnant. I feel like I keep saying that I was aloof and it probably doesn't make sense. So here is an example. At 26 weeks I called my mom, and said I had looked at baby clothes and she responded "Finally! I was starting to get really worried about you." This was my first wake up call that I needed to start being more active in my pregnancy. Despite being scared of it all going wrong I picked up the baby book and began to force myself to be more "about" my pregnancy. I will admit that I am still not there but now I am in my third trimester so you get to wait!
Mental State
I have actually been just fine. Brent and I hear stories about crazy pregnant women. Brent really has nothing to respond back. I am almost a little lucky because I have been nesting. That means my house has been pretty clean, I have been cooking more and I am more about getting things done around my house. Since I started working on being excited about being pregnant, everything about the pregnancy became more exciting! It was just something I personally have to work on.
Physical State
Physically I felt just fine. I ate breakfast, packed fruit and veggies for snacks during the day, small lunch and normal dinner.
Overall Experience
It wasn't bad at all. I felt like I just kept waiting to really feel and be pregnant. I really have to start being more careful what I wish for!
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