Today I am unofficially 9 weeks and 4 days along. I know this blog was started as a tribute to infertility and the IVF process, but since I am bored at work I thought I would add this post despite, more or less, being on track as a normal pregnant person.
To date, I am having a very hard time embracing everything that comes with one's first trimester of pregnancy. In the long and short of it: I hate it.
I know there is a mircale brewing inside me. I know I worked very hard - physically, financially, emotionally, etc to get here. I know I should be grateful (and I am), but the bloating, the gas, the fatigue, the nausea, the lethargy is not my thing at all.
I wake up in the morning somewhere between starving, nauseas, and bloated. I have tried eating bigger breakfasts to satisfy me longer into the day, but its still trial and error with how my body is going to react to it. Sometimes its a win and I can go on with my day, others its a loss and I stare blankly into my closet wishing I could wear sweat pants to work. I don't know if I am necessarily showing, but my mind section is definitely doing something unflattering and atrocious. I feel like there is a brick in my stomach most of the day and when I don't feel the brick, I feel inexplicable, insatiasble hunger.
Over the weekend I was given tips from my recently pregnant and currently pregnant family members about how the 2nd trimester is heavenly in comparison to the first. I find that this kind of advice is great, but it always goes back to the "everybody's different" arguement. I'm sure some women (a certain Duggard comes to mind) bask in this sort of stuff. The beauty of weight gain, the ability to eat a little more freely, and the joy that comes with knowing you are with child. I'm not going to lie - me - not so much. The sweating, the peeing, the constant fat-feeling just isn't really doing it for me.
If the 2nd trimester is suppsosed to bring positive changes, then bring it on!