23 weeks
So here I am, past the halfway point almost at 6 months. Finally have a true baby bump though I'm not yet in that "hey that's a pregnant lady over there" stage.
It's a interesting journey. I am 100% more chill this trimester. I used to be so nervous of complications and miscarriage my heart would pound at every visit and they'd worry about the BP readings. No more: BP is back to normal and office visits are easy peasy. Baby is not big or small. I'm not gaining too much or too little. I pretty much just plug along with life, going to work, exercising. I just happen to have a person inside me (an extremely kicky person). So when people see me and accost me with a concerned "Oh my god, how are you feeling?" Sometimes I forget what that's about and say, "Fine, how are YOU feeling?"
The toughest time is at night. I wake up every 2 hours, or 90 minutes to go to the bathroom (and have since the beginning). I like to lie on my back sometimes but you're not supposed to. And rolling from side to side (neither is comfortable for long) is a tricky process because if I move too fast I get a sharp muscular pain. I try to make do with post-work naps.
But daytime is fine, just the constant acid reflux to remind me. And the kicking. For such a tiny mango-sized person, he/she has some strong feet and fists. Sometimes we call him/her "Spaz." Sometimes it's annoying but usually it's a comforting reminder that my little stowaway is strong. I joke that we "anthropomorphize" it with "the baby likes this dinner" or "the baby likes this song." For all we know the baby hated that dinner, or is just on an ice cream sugar high or is just rolling over. We don't know what the hell is going on in there! I wish my tummy had a window.
It's a interesting journey. I am 100% more chill this trimester. I used to be so nervous of complications and miscarriage my heart would pound at every visit and they'd worry about the BP readings. No more: BP is back to normal and office visits are easy peasy. Baby is not big or small. I'm not gaining too much or too little. I pretty much just plug along with life, going to work, exercising. I just happen to have a person inside me (an extremely kicky person). So when people see me and accost me with a concerned "Oh my god, how are you feeling?" Sometimes I forget what that's about and say, "Fine, how are YOU feeling?"
The toughest time is at night. I wake up every 2 hours, or 90 minutes to go to the bathroom (and have since the beginning). I like to lie on my back sometimes but you're not supposed to. And rolling from side to side (neither is comfortable for long) is a tricky process because if I move too fast I get a sharp muscular pain. I try to make do with post-work naps.
But daytime is fine, just the constant acid reflux to remind me. And the kicking. For such a tiny mango-sized person, he/she has some strong feet and fists. Sometimes we call him/her "Spaz." Sometimes it's annoying but usually it's a comforting reminder that my little stowaway is strong. I joke that we "anthropomorphize" it with "the baby likes this dinner" or "the baby likes this song." For all we know the baby hated that dinner, or is just on an ice cream sugar high or is just rolling over. We don't know what the hell is going on in there! I wish my tummy had a window.