Last week marked my entry into my second trimester, yaaaaaaaaaaay. So far, so good. I’ve actually started gaining weight again (and it’s really weird that I’m happy about it, but I lost 5 pounds in the first trimester due to nausea / heartburn / I’m not sure). I’m still dog tired, but the heartburn is beginning to resolve itself, either because my body has decided to give me a break or that the papaya enzymes are actually working.
I’ve heard the second trimester referred to as the honeymoon trimester and I’m crossing my fingers that’s the case. I’ve restarted Body Pump on very light weights per the midwife and may start walk/jogging again (I tried once but it gave me lower abdominal pain, so I’m not sure I want to try again). I miss wine and spicy foods, but I didn’t have either that frequently, so I’m not feeling the lack that much. I really miss coffee, especially since it’s becoming iced coffee season. But I’ve had it occasionally and it’s not been that bad, so maybe it’ll be a weekend treat. I’ve decreased my walking, since the fatigue has made me even less likely to get out of bed to walk the dog and then walk a mile to work, but I need to get back to it, even if it means going to bed at 9pm.
I’m finishing up my grad school classes for the spring, which is fun when all you want to do is sleep and watch bad TV. I’ve got two summer sessions so I can just take one class in the fall and two in the spring and still graduate on time. I should be able to do it, I think, but it’s nerve wracking and part of me just wants to drop the program and focus on fixing up the house and being pregnant. But I have to ignore that part (and continue to work on fixing up the house in between papers).
Overall, though, I still don’t really feel pregnant. No weird cravings or anything, except for cheese & ice cream, which I basically wanted all the time anyway. I’m not sure how I’m expecting to feel, but I thought I’d feel different. (But Christina, you say, perhaps the fatigue, heartburn and how difficult exercise is are indicators that things are different? WHATEVER) It’s funny, I don’t feel pregnant in day to day life, I just feel fat. Fatter. You get the idea. I’m sure it’ll be different when the kid starts kicking or when my stomach pops, but it still just weirds me out.