It’s been at least 5 years since my last pregnancy – enough time to forget just about everything, except the heinous morning sickness. It has its ups and downs. I’m about half-way now and it’s bound to get even more interesting, no doubt.
I have awesome boobs again. Like, really awesome. I’ve always had great boobs, but now they’re a million times better. They’re not bigger, or anything. Just fuller and rounder. It’s also awesome not to constantly feel like I have to suck in my tummy. Well. It’s now physically impossible. I’m almost at that point where I actually look pregnant, and not just fat. My nails are growing incredibly quickly. I’ve never had long nails of my own before, so this is all completely new. My hair is growing really quickly too, and it’s super-duper soft.
Apparently my amniotic fluid levels are slightly low and the gynae is a little bit concerned about this. I’ve been told I need to drink 2-3litres of water a day now. This wasn’t a problem for me, before I was pregnant, and I was drinking that amount of H20, until I realised that drinking plain water made me vomit. That’s when I switched to ice tea, but apparently that’s not enough. So now I’m forcing myself to drink as much water as I can, and doing my best to keep it down. And peeing constantly, of course.
I can’t wear jeans or button-up pants anymore. I have yet to find any maternity pants that I like, so until then – it’s elastic-waisted skirts and loose pants. I’m grumpy. Grumpy as fuck. I can’t tell if it’s worse this time around, or if it’s about the same. I don’t know if it’s because The Fiance and I weren’t living together yet during my last pregnancy, but he really seems to be taking strain with my grumpiness and temper. He’s very sensitive and takes it quite personally. Have told him he needs to ignore me when I’m grumpy. It’s not that I’m choosing to be grumpy, I actually physically can’t help myself. I also have a hard time keeping my mouth shut and letting things slide. It doesn’t take much to push my buttons and send me into a rant.
The dreams are vivid. From sex dreams to dreams about discovering a meth lab under a restaurant – my nocturnal brain is very active. I also dream nearly every single night about smoking cigarettes. It’s been over 12 weeks since I quit and there are no physical cravings any more, but the habit still wants to make a comeback. I am resisting. It’s also been over 12 weeks since I last had caffeine. I must say, it’s hard to function without it and I definitely feel like my brain is a bit slower.
The snottiness is ridiculous, as is the dry eyes. I can’t understand why my nose can produce so much mucous, and yet my eyeballs are not capable of lubricating themselves. Nose drops and eye drops, I’m all over them. It is becoming a little uncomfortable to sleep at night – my favourite position is to sleep on my stomach. That’s obviously not possible. Without one of those U-shaped pregnancy pillows, I don’t know what I’d be doing. Oh. That’s right. Not sleeping at all.
I have felt the baby move. A lot in the last three or so weeks. The Fiance hasn’t felt it yet, but it’s only a matter of time. The Kid keeps asking me when I can take his brother out of my tummy. Ha. He’ll come in his own time. He still has at least another 20 weeks inside.
We watched “What To Expect When You’re Expecting”, the other day. There was a bit in there that made me laugh hysterically. And then I started crying because I was laughing so hysterically. And then laughing because I was crying hysterically.
Honestly. I’d forgotten what a mind-fuck pregnancy can be. Despite being totally grateful at the opportunity to grow my family and bring more love into this world, I have to say one thing about pregnancy. It’s not for pussies.