Holy crap… I’m less than a week away from the end of the second trimester. The wonderful “honeymoon” trimester where you have ENERGY! And FEEL GOOD! And can still move without waddling like an unsightly elephant!! Well, I’ve been waddling for a few weeks now so I guess that ship has sailed.
All in all though? I feel pretty damn good. Still running, which is surprising even for me. Still trying to stay active, but definitely finding that I pay for my activity with swollen feet at the end of the day. Good thing I don’t let my husband NEAR my feet, because they are looking a little Vienna sausage-ish right now. So unbelievably gross.
The pregnancy anxiety seems to have calmed down a bunch, which I do remember from last time as well. It always seems to loom up, impossibly big and hard to handle, and then it dissolves into a million tiny insignificant pieces and I feel better again. I’ll probably feel a little more stressed as we get closer to game time, but for now I’m feeling a lot better than a few weeks ago. My family/friends/chickens are relieved that I’m not a basket case anymore.
The weight gain has continued at a respectable clip. I EXPLODED a few weeks ago after our trip to Tahoe, probably due to my eating non-stop and the fact that baby girl just totally and completely popped. Like, one day I was kind of puffy and bloated looking and the next day I was NO DOUBT ABOUT IT pregnant.
The hardest part about all-of-a-sudden getting bigger? Having to suck it up and buy new underwear. Ugh. Buying new underwear when you’re pregnant is a necessity, but such a cruel and unusual process that I almost can’t talk about it. I went in there, knowing that while my stomach has gotten bigger, so too has my ass. I bought an assortment of different sizes, not really knowing what end of the big ass spectrum I was looking at and thinking that I would probably just return the ones that looked ABSOLUTELY enormous and almost absurd in their largeness.
Or maybe not since they all.fit.perfectly. *gah*
You know what else happens when you pop like that? The a-holes come out of the woodwork.
People, let me remind you… do NOT touch my stomach… do NOT tell me that I’m HUUUUUGE and look like I’m having twins/triplets… and do NOT ask me if I’ve had an ultrasound to confirm that I am indeed, NOT carrying more than one. I am pregnant and hormonal and prone to fits of rage that might have me bitch slapping you for basically saying I look like a house. I may FEEL like a house, but trust me, I do not look like one… yet. (And yes, someone actually did ALL of those things in one conversation. ARGH.)
But despite the touchy feel-y weirdos out there, the past few weeks have actually gone really well. Baby girl is moving around like a maniac and seems to LOVE the sound of her big brother’s voice. Whenever Drew reads his nighttime story to me, she goes bananas, which I find totally adorable. I’ve started to get the books together on labor and delivery and started to think about my options and my “plan”. Drew’s big kid room is almost finished, Baby Girl’s room is in progress and I feel pretty good about the whole thing so far. I’m sure I’ll freak out at least a million more times before the birth, but for now? I’m just going to enjoy my last week of the 2nd trimester.
