I’ve sometimes wondered why I can’t really remember the first few weeks of my first pregnancy and it took till the first few weeks of THIS pregnancy to realise why. It’s because I was a pregnant zombie sleeping my way through the weeks, completely exhausted whilst trying to appear all normal hiding any signs that I may be pregnant. Couple that with needing to stuff my face every 5 minutes and that pretty much formed the first trimester both times. I have noticed some pretty big differences this time round too though. Ones that are very assuring when you’re doubting whether you’re actually pregnant but ones that can be “challenging”. For instance..
I was extremely lucky with Little Z. I had one single day of nausea and that was it. Wow, I don’t think I knew I was born back then. Or pregnant. Or whatever. This time round I’ve spent about 10 weeks so far either throwing up or being nauseous all the live long day. And night! At 2am. Why the heck is it even called morning sickness? My breakfast of choice for weeks has been a banana and a a can of Canada Dry. The combination is amazing and staves off nausea for most of the morning. At least I have the pleasure of little Z giving me huge amounts of sympathy about two inches from my face whilst I go through my morning throwing up ritual. Sometimes it comes with encouraging sounds effects too. Each day though he always very sweetly asks without fail if I’ve “finished doing bleurgh”.
Having a belly-height child
Little Z is now belly height and his method of transport is usually to run as fast as he can and slam hug straight into me. This is always lovely but I’m trialling out a sideways block these days. And contemplating buying a Michelin man style protective suit. Failing that I need to stop him running so fast. So the Michelin man style protective suit it is.
Not bawling on management
Thankfully I haven’t bawled on any member of management at work this time. It was definitely in the first trimester, around the 10 or 11 week mark, last time that I sobbed to my boss about how tired I was, how I didn’t think I would cope and how I thought I should be demoted. Luckily at least one of us was sane and he calmed the bag of emotions down and everything was fine again within an hour. I’m quite proud of not bawling on my current boss this time round. So far. I may have bawled on the husband about being SO hungry but that’s completely allowed, right?
Not loving lamb chops
I acquired a pretty strong addiction to lamb chops in the first trimester of my last pregnancy. I would hunt them down wherever I went and devour them in bulk at lightning speed. Barbecued with a film of charcoal were the best types. Along with fat. I could not get enough of FAT! Eww. This time round I’ve gone off chops completely. And fat. Thankfully. This time round any hint of fat makes me wretch full force. Not so long ago I looked at the hubby in complete horror as I could suddenly taste fat from a bite I’d taken of some lamb in a restaurant and suddenly felt very very sick. I knew my choices were to throw up, spit it out or run to the bathroom like a mad woman. I won’t say which one I did. But the husband nearly fell off his chair laughing afterwards.
Doing a regular bump check
I’ve noticed that things are happening a lot sooner this time. Achey bones, little niggles and especially the bump making itself visible. It made me wonder at first if I was having a large baby but it turns out it seems to be a normal second pregnancy related thing. It doesn’t stop me from asking the hubby if my bump is looking big. Turns out Little Z has offered to take on that role. The very first time he heard me ask about the bump he helpfully ran to examine my backside and then confirmed “No Mummy, your bum doesn’t look big”.
Always good to know I suppose!