I thought I might do a couple of posts on how pregnancy has treated me. For those of you interested in recipes that I’ve so badly neglected over the past few months, there are a bunch of those in the works as well that I hope to post in the next few weeks. But for now, this post has been written since right after my first trimester ended in mid-August. Pregnancy has a way of making the brain foggy and I knew if I didn’t write it up then and there, I’d start forgetting the details. So, here is a recap of the first trimester. The second trimester has been much easier so I doubt I’ll do this detailed of a recap but I’ve found these types of posts really interesting from other bloggers and thought I’d share my experience.
I know every woman says this but the first 3 months are hard! I feel rather fortunate to have somehow avoided the whole throwing up business and I only felt really, really bad for about 5 weeks but overall I’m really happy to be out of the first three months. It felt like a big milestone to hit 14 weeks.
[Baby B, 13 weeks]
Here’s how things shaped up in those first weeks.
Week 4: It doesn’t feel real. I told my sister the day after we found out. I waited to tell my mom until Father’s Day. Father’s Day is always really hard for us, so I thought we’d make it a bit more special. I cried, she cried. Bunch of saps we are. Michael and I decided we’d wait to tell anyone else until after the first trimester was over and we knew everything looked good.
No real symptoms to report besides having really sore boobs and I ate a lot of quinoa salads.
Week 5: This week was very much like the last. No real symptoms except we did go to Trader Joe’s and I walked too close to a woman in the freezer section and had to walk away because of her perfume. My sense of smells is definitely heightened.
I have also completely stopped drinking tea. I used to drink 3 cups of tea a day. Now the idea of anything warm makes me shutter.
Week 6: I was silently praising myself for continuing to eat so healthy at the beginning of the week, by the end of the week I wanted to throw away everything in the fridge. Each morning I’d wake up nauseous and ravenous at the same time. I needed to eat within minutes of getting up. Cravings included ants on a log and tomato soup. I had two bowls of tomato soup one afternoon and still can’t even think about it now. It gives me the chills to even see the second box of soup still in the pantry.
Desserts are also completely off the table. Nothing sweet please.
Week 7: Full blown nausea. Craving orange juice, bagels and frozen lasagna. So much so that I stopped to get a bagel after I taught one Tuesday morning, not usually something I would eat at 11am on a weekday. Vegetables are completely out of the question.
Week 8: The nausea continues. Oatmeal and grapefruit juice are my best friends. I have oatmeal every morning about 10 minutes after getting up. I think it’s the only way I’m surviving right now. It seems to settle my stomach. We’ve made several trips to the grocery store over the last few weeks. I just walk around aimlessly looking for something that sounds tolerable. I usually end up in the fruit section. Thank god this is all happening during summer. Watermelon, nectarines, grapes, oranges and strawberries are helping make up for my vegetable avoidance. Veggies are still on the “absolutely not list”, except for the occasional bag of baby carrots, preferably ice cold.
We went to Michael’s cousins wedding this weekend. It was hard to hide not drinking but I managed well enough for no one to notice. I also ate a few asparagus spears at the reception. I would never have believed you if you said I’d be struggling to get greens into my diet. Carbs are my best friend, peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and cereal, basically anything that’s not cooked. Michael thinks I’ve reverted back to being 5 years old. My steamer doesn’t know what’s happening and most of the veggie I bought 3 weeks ago have gone bad and been tossed. I also can’t bring myself to open the fridge due to the smell. Nothing is rotting but everything smells awful!
We also had our first pre-natal appointment this week. We got our first glimpse at Baby B (our go-to nickname). All looked good. We heard the heartbeat for the first time. It’s pretty amazing that in only 8 short weeks there’s a second heart beating in my body.
Week 9: I cried on the couch to Michael because I’ve felt so blah. Nothing sounds good. I don’t want to eat, read, blog, write, forget about cooking, it’s all rather disheartening. I know it will pass but I’m not very patient. I had a craving for a sandwich late in the week. Followed by my first vegetable dinner in 4 weeks. Steamed sweet potatoes and carrots with peanut sauce. By the end of the week I start to feel more like myself.
Week 10: We started taking belly pics, not that there is much at this point. I missed a few weeks here and there but it’s fun to see the changes.
I’m back on the veggie wagon. It started with a few snap peas and carrots followed by some more asparagus. The nausea has subsided for the most part. I’m going to bed at 9pm every night though, my energy has been super low.
Week 11: We had our friends in town. Luckily the kiddies distracted everyone from noticing my general malaise and lack of wine drinking.
Week 12: Can we tell people already?! These three months have felt like they’ve dragged. Our doctor was on vacation this week so our 12 week appointment became a 13 week appointment. Couldn’t come fast enough. Eating is pretty much back on track, no real food aversions or cravings. I’m also back to eating sweets, not sure if that’s a good thing or not but anything minty: Junior Mints, Mint Chocolate Chip ice cream, I want it.
Week 13: Feeling well. Our appointment was great. Baby B is growing nicely. Heartbeat is strong and we even saw a little jump when they first started the ultrasound. I called my brother after the appointment to tell him he was going to be an uncle. His only question was whether I was craving bacon, no! At the end of the week we went down to Colorado Springs to tell our news to Michael’s parents, brothers, sister-in-laws and I called my grandma and aunts as well. We shared the news with this picture of Eli looking at the ultrasound pics.
It was so wonderful to share the news. I’m so excited for our baby to come into this warm, loving family. It doesn’t even know how loved it already is.
On the exercise front, no matter how awful I felt over the course of the last few months, I have been very consistent about working out. I alternate between running (much slower and shorter now), biking (I got a new road bike in July) and yoga (just regular vinyasa, nothing hot). I try to work out three days on and then take a day or two off. If I feel really blah I’ll walk instead of run but I think exercise is key, at least for me. It also helps that this guy doesn’t understand the word no.
I’m trying to listen to my body more and more and ease up if I get tired. There are definitely some days when I feel great and others where getting through 3 miles feels like a half marathon.
And that’s a wrap on the first trimester.
Enjoy and Exhale!