Life in General Pregnancy

Goodbye First Trimester: Symptoms and Milestones

My personal first trimester symptoms!

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We did it. We made it to the second trimester. It was a joint effort, though. I did my part to make sure my baby was secured and well taken care of. And my child, already so strong, already so passionate to experience life, worked hard to stay tucked and warm.

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And as I prepared breakfast for us this morning, I sobbed into my eggs, rubbing my new bump. I was completely overwhelmed with happiness and meaning. It had been months since I felt I was strong enough to handle cooking. I reflected on the symptoms I no longer had and thought I write them down.

I think it’s easy for women to forget the struggles of pregnancy–we’re wired that way. It’s why many of us have multiple children! But since every woman is different, my list of symptoms (although pretty much textbook) might help relax the nerves of a new mommy.

1. Tender Breasts

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This particular symptom was how I figured I was pregnant. It appeared about two weeks after I ovulated. Tender breasts are a typical period symptom so it wasn’t something that concerned me–or even clued me in to being knocked up. It wasn’t until I was a week late, and my breasts were so painful I couldn’t even sleep comfortable, that I realized this was something different.

Now in my second trimester, my breasts have swollen in size, but they no longer hurt. The nipples, however, are very tender. But as I am a single parent and work full time, they rarely have any stimulation and I’m never bothered by them.

2. Fatigue

The fatigue began to appear, again, about when I was two weeks late. I was on vacation at the time and thought it had something to do with the time difference and being excited that I didn’t have to deal with snow!

I dragged my feet and took naps often. Even when I was at work. There were plenty of times I fell asleep at my desk in our back room, and one of my coworkers would startle me awake with a question.

I really had no energy. No desire to be anywhere else other than my bed. And in a perfect world, that’s where I would have stayed. But I work full time, have a family, and a small social life. But for a few weeks, I didn’t do my hair or makeup. Didn’t care to notice the sweats I was wearing to work. I have no advice to get over the exhaustion. Even now, 14 weeks in, I want to nap by 1:00pm. And from what I’ve heard, that will never change.

3. The Morning Sickness

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I was sick in the morning. And in the afternoon. And in the evening. In the middle of the night. This was, by far, the worst symptom. I didn’t want to eat anything, but of course, that wasn’t an option. Food became my worst enemy. Nausea prevented me from focusing at work because all I could think about was making sure I had easy access to the bathroom.

4. Heightened Sense of Smell

Oh boy, everything I smelled, smelled terrible to me. My poor co-worker was no longer allowed to have Fritos because the smell of them had me retching. Another co-worker liked to eat kale for lunch and that had me retching worse. My sister is a barista, and once upon a time, her coming home and smelling like coffee was magical. You can almost see the scent curling off of her, like the way smoke left a flame. But being knocked up made me hate the smell of coffee and hate her.

I miss coffee so much. I drank it every morning. I crave it often. But I just can’t deal with the smell of it.

5. The First Ultra Sound

I cried the entire time. Seeing this big headed alien wiggle around their arms and legs as if they were a cheerleader at a rave is miraculous. An inch in length and they already have the means to move.

It made my pregnancy all the more real, seeing my child moving inside me. This was a transvaginal ultrasound which can be uncomfortable. I had one doctor who was great, and then the next was not so gentle. So just be cautious and don’t be afraid to speak up if it hurts, even minorly.

Having said all the terrible things I experienced while I was freshly knocked up, let me tell you how incredibly easy it has been.

I’ve been spoiled.

My coworkers are everything to me. Honestly. They’re my family in so many ways. They were aware I had miscarried before, so I made the decision to tell them I was pregnant as soon as I found out. I was only six weeks when I told them. And from that day, they have done everything to make sure my baby would be safe and would be carried to term.

I no longer lift at work. It was a habit that is and was very difficult to give up, especially since I prided myself in being strong and able to throw around boxes like nobody’s business. But I had people nagging me every time I attempted to lift something and had people volunteering to carry something for me so I wouldn’t strain myself.

They listen to my whining and complaining. They ignore how often I burp. They look the other way when I have to unbutton my pants. They put a little trash can under my desk in case my barf doesn’t make it the bathroom. And they don’t eat Fritos around me. One even bought my me flowers.

I can’t explain how wonderful they are.

My parents have completely taken my pregnancy in stride. My mom doesn’t drink coffee around me. They all yell at my dog when she tries to jump up on me. If they buy sushi, one of my favorite foods, they get me all cooked rolls so I don’t feel left out.

It was easy for me to give up coffee. Easy for me to give up alcohol. Committing to motherhood has been the easiest decision I have ever made. And I can’t wait to meet my child.

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