I’m no longer counting how many weeks pregnant I am. Instead, I’m counting down how many weeks I have left to go. I honestly thought things would start picking up in the second trimester because everyone talks about having loads of energy, feeling less sick, having thicker hair, strong nails and clear skin. Maybe I had too high expectations because, honestly, I’ve found the second trimester on par with the first… just with a little less dried sick in my hair and without the disgusting metallic taste in my mouth.
I’ve been waiting a while to write this post because I wanted to give myself adequate time to settle into the second trimester and see if things really do start to pick up. However, I’ve come to the conclusion that I just don’t suit pregnancy and my body definitely isn’t enjoying having a little angel in my womb.
Don’t get me wrong, not every day is a slump but there are moments of every day that are, well let’s just say, less than pleasant. I haven’t fallen victim to the dreaded leg cramps or swollen limbs as of yet but I have been forced to cut out all spicy, greasy and tomato-based foods from my already-limited diet because otherwise I spend all night replicating a fire-breathing dragon. Yes, that’s right, heartburn and acid reflux are very much alive and kicking for this pregnant mama!
The tiredness has really ramped up a level in recent weeks and I’m finding I need at least a two-hour nap every afternoon otherwise I walk around like a zombie. I’ve always been someone who can function on very little sleep – I’m am showbiz journo after all – but trying to keep my eyes open past 2pm is virtually impossible. Sometimes I’ll even fall asleep watching something on YouTube and it’s not until my phone slips out of my hand and plummets into my face, leaving a rather gorgeous indent on my forehead and a purple bruise on my nose, that I realise I’ve nodded off.
In conjunction with the every day sleepiness, I’ve found some days I just don’t have the motivation to do anything. I’ll lay around after I’ve finished work thinking about the long list of things I need to do (including this blog post for the past two weeks) but even putting the washing out seems too much effort. I’ll finally gear myself up to have a shower and then I crash back into my bed in my towel and have another nap. It kind of feels like that lethargic feeling you get when you’ve knocked back too many shots the night before – just, in my case, without the added pleasure of swigging booze from the bottle (I don’t really do that, I’m a classy gal FYI).
So, yes, falling asleep in the day seems to be a regular occurrence for me at the moment, but trying to replicate that at night – WHEN I ACTUALLY AM SUPPOSED TO BE SLEEPING – is virtually impossible. I toss, I turn, I’m too hot, I’m too cold, I’m too flat, I’m too high, my hip has gone numb, I have a baby foot wedged in my ribs, I have a baby hand using the inside of my vagina as a punch bag, I’m hungry, I feel sick… and so on and so forth until, hey guess what, it’s time to get up!
Restless leg syndrome does actually exist too! I just about get myself semi-comfortable by surrounding my body with 27 pillows I’ve strategically placed to prevent me from rolling over onto my back and then bam, I get this overwhelming desire to shake my leg. You know when someone is tickling your arm and at first it feels really nice but after a while it turns into an annoying itch? That’s how my legs feel most nights.
Despite my whining and complaining, it’s not all doom and gloom, I promise. Feeling my little girlie kick her legs around when I gulp down a cold drink too fast, feeling her thump against my stomach when I play a song she really likes (usually Cardi B – ‘I Like’, standard!) and feeling those teeny tiny hiccups from within honestly melts my heart. It’s crazy how much of a bond you have with your baby once you start feeling them move around. Some days I’ll just randomly cry for no reason whatsoever and she just happens to give me a gentle nudge and is able to dry my tears within seconds.
The second trimester is where you can really start to come to terms with the fact you’re HAVING A BABY, mama! I’ve been getting her nursery ready (It’s a total mess right now but it’s getting there), washing and ironing her clothes – because, you know, English weather and all that – and buying her pram. Whenever I have a day where I feel down or frustrated, I just walk into her room, open up her wardrobe and stare at her clothes for ages. Is that weird? That’s kind of weird, isn’t it? But it makes me feel better!
So, with that being said, I have just over a week left to go until I’m officially in the third trimester! I can’t believe how fast time is flying now. I remember sitting in a hospital bed with drips coming out of every visible vein possible at six weeks thinking I’d never get to 12 weeks let alone 28! Let’s hope the third trimester is a little bit brighter than the first and second. But, then again, I won’t hold my breath!
Love and hugs x