Last week I had the sudden (and slightly terrifying) realisation that I’d officially hit my third trimester. After a few deep breaths, an extra ice lolly, and a panicked few hundred pounds of baby paraphernalia on Matt’s credit card I had calmed myself down.
I have since then also realised that I haven’t really posted a pregnancy update since my first trimester whinge. I’m sure this is devastating to all so here you go! The second trimester, why it’s still a bit shit.
There’s this myth the baby books, midwives, websites, and people everywhere like to tell you, it’s almost as widespread as the idea that morning sickness only happens in the morning. The second trimester is a sheer joy.
Your sickness will have past, everyone will know about your incoming bundle of joy and will be just as excited as you, you’ll have a neat and tidy little bump, cracking cleavage, and look just like an ASOS Maternity model.
Hate to break it to anybody who hasn’t quite reached the second trimester yet, or are clinging on to that date in hope of some rest-bite, it’s not necessarily all sunshine and roses. It certainly wasn’t for me. So here’s another fun list of whining from me about the horrible bits of the apparent ‘blissful’ middle bit of my pregnancy.
Yeah I know everybody tells you this goes away the second the clock strikes midnight at the end of your first trimester, a think a few people maybe get that lucky, I wasn’t one of them. I had the same with my first pregnancy. Occasionally it passes for a few weeks, and I’ve been lulled into a false sense of security and then bam guess who’s back worshiping the porcelain thrown? Yep, this girl! It is definitely better than it was though, and frankly I’m taking my wins where I can find them at this point.
Last time I had some tips for sickness, this time none of them have worked. I’ll be happy as Larry munching away on something delicious and then all of a sudden I’m looking at that something delicious, in a much less delicious form. Pregnancy is all the fun.
If you follow my Instagram you probably feel as though you lived through this one with me. I had never heard of PGP (previously known as SPD, dunno why they changed it, it sounds like a racist political party either way) before, my last pregnancy I had no problems. This time however, oh. my. god.
I can’t explain the pain in words, only a series of grunts, yowls, and screams could really do that. Basically for me it was a sharp, shooting pain in my arse cheek whenever I moved. I couldn’t walk, couldn’t sit, couldn’t lie down, couldn’t get out of bed, or the car, or one time when I decided to play Lego with TI, the floor. Thank all the gods that Matt was around to help or I think I would probably still be stuck on the floor.
A physio referral took quite a while to get, but I was lucky to have some lovely people on Instagram offer me some advice of stretches and exercises to help relieve the pain slightly. It’s passed now (and seemed to once my bump ‘popped’) but there’s a chance it’ll come back… Which let’s be honest, knowing my luck.
This is a part of pregnancy people aren’t so likely to talk about. It’s easier to moan about sickness and swollen boobs. I wrote a post about this recently, discussing the fact that antenatal mental health issues are just as likely as postnatal. One in ten. That’s a lot of pregnant women suffering with depression and anxiety during this time in their lives.
I’ve got a history of anxiety and depression, with the anxiety especially never leaving me. During a time that is supposed to be so happy and exciting feeling depressed and scared can feel like you’re doing something wrong. Or will be a failure as a mother. You’re not, you won’t be.
Just as you’d go to your midwife or GP about physical pain, it’s important you also keep them informed about this. They may not be able to do a lot and probably will want to avoid prescribing you any new medications during your pregnancy, but they need to be informed. Don’t make me come over there and drag you to the doctors…
More information in antenatal mental health from the NHS here.
As discussed previously, I’m not the best at dealing with a changing body. The past three months there have been multiple bouts of crying in front of the mirror because nothing fits and absolutely everything in the maternity section of ASOS is either designed for women who are somehow still a size 4 or are 98.
However now I have finally found a bra that I can fit into (sports bra, we’re riding out the monoboob until June) and grabbed a few t-shirts that fit (non-maternity) without looking like I’m wearing a tent I’m feeling a lot better about myself.
I’m actually really enjoying my bump. I never felt like that last time. But this time I’m loving watching my body grow, seeing my baby move, wearing skin tight tops because god knows I won’t be doing that again for a while!
I’m still struggling some days with the changes my body is going through. I don’t think I’ll ever be comfortable with my boobs, especially not when they’re this swollen, veiny, adorned with weird, dark, massive nipples. But the fact I’m coming to terms with any part of my body despite the massive changes is a big deal, and I’m pretty proud of myself for that.
I think these have actually gotten a bit better. I don’t think I’ve been quite so unreasonable for the past few months.
Obviously I’m probably completely wrong and if you spoke to Matt he would say otherwise, but I’m going with my version because this is my blog and I’m the one carrying the baby so there.
Far and away the best part of the second trimester is feeling and seeing the increased movements from the teeny tiny human growing inside you. Due to a severe lack of stomach muscles (knew that would pay off one day) we’ve been able to see and feel some pretty intense movements from the outside since super early.
We had one scary day where I didn’t feel any movements for about a day and a half, the midwives were amazing and of course the second I got to the hospital for a check and she put her hands on my stomach the backflips started right back up!
Movements are obviously the biggest reassurance to pregnant women, and a lack of when you’re expecting them are terrifying. I really recommend the Count the Kicks app, it’s a great way of keeping track of your baby’s movements which is vital. If you do feel a reduction in movements make an appointment with your midwife straight away, don’t use a home doppler as they will also need to check your urine as reduced movements can be a sign of something more serious than just a napping baby.
Hair and Nails
Sorry, but we have to talk about this. I know it’s all going to fall out and break in a few months but my god am I enjoying feeling like a goddess right now?! I’m not saying having thick hair and strong nails is a reason to get pregnant but…it might be a reason to get pregnant…
Ice lollies. All of them. Give me every ice lolly you have. Now! Please?
Also Ribena. And salt and vinegar crisps. It’s never kale is it?!
Pregnancy is still hard, I still don’t feel like I have that elusive glow and I’m still dying for an ice cold espresso martini. But I am enjoying it a little more, and have been for a while now. Every time I get a kick to the bladder or watch my stomach bulge like a deleted scene from Alien I am blown away by just how insane it is that I’m growing an actual human person in my stomach. Part of me is convinced I’m ready to not be pregnant any more, ready to have my baby in my arms, ready to get started on our next adventure. But another part of me is actually starting to enjoy pregnancy, even with the crap bits.
(Still cannot wait for that espresso martini though!)