I’ve always been the type of person and writer that is brutally honest. I believe in transparency and I believe that people read blogs because they are looking to connect with a real person with real flaws that they can identify with. I always knew that when I got pregnant I’d blog about it. I blog about many things, but always about things that touch my life or that I feel excited or passionate about and I knew that if I became a parent my blog content would organically transition into writing about that experience.
At the same time, you’re not going to see me on here gushing that my baby is the size of a butternut squash, nor will you find clichéd photos of my baby holding an “I am eight months old” sign. But you will find me being real. If it’s hard, you’ll hear about it. If it’s hilarious, you’ll hear about it. I want to write about the parenting topics people actually want to read about it, because as I am going through this pregnancy journey those are the kinds of bloggers I am gravitating towards.
Okay now that we got that out of the way, let’s talk about how the first trimester went. I’ll be doing one of these posts each trimester and categorizing my experiences as either Highs or Lows. Like I said, I believe in transparency so you’ll read about the good, the bad and the downright awkward.
Going Through This With a Friend. Two weeks before I got my positive pregnancy test, my best friend called me up to say that she was expecting. Needless to say that when two weeks later I found out I was also pregnant, things got even more exciting. Since then we have been learning together what it means to be a first time mama. I don’t think I would be having as much fun or feel as laid back about this without her. We have each other to lean on as we navigate this new world and make each other feel less bad about our mutual love for very expensive baby gear.
Relationship With My Husband. My husband has been amazing through this pregnancy so far. In the beginning, I was wrought with hormone changes causing all sorts of mood swings and wasn’t communicating what I needed from my husband, but once we had a solid heart-to-heart, he has been amazing. He gives me nightly back massages, helps around the house, does the groceries and makes sure to come to as many medical appointments as he can. He’s downloaded a baby app to keep track of our baby’s weekly developments and has even started his own daddy blog, Real Time Dad.
That First Ultrasound. Even though honestly it was just a blob on a screen, it was amazing to me that there was a human growing inside my newly formed gut instead what I assumed was just too many burritos.
Maternity Jeans. Why does no one tell you how amazing maternity jeans are? I bought maternity jeans at 8 weeks pregnant due to the bloat belly (see below for more deets) and from the moment I slid those bad boys on I knew it would be hard to ever go back.
Carbohydrates. The first trimester threw my body off completely. I had so many food aversions and the only thing that appealed to me were carbs. In the first 12 weeks, I cannot even tell you how many bagels, Tim Hortons breakfast sandwiches or A&W teen burgers I devoured. Too many. I have spent most of my life avoiding carbs, so even though it was a less than ideal situation, guilt free carbs taste really good.
Cramps. I never knew cramping was a thing that could happen in early pregnancy. I cramped bad, especially in the first 8 weeks. Around week 6 it was the worst. Every position was uncomfortable, walking didn’t help, sitting didn’t help, sleeping didn’t help. I ended up going to the Emergency Room because it was so intensive I thought I was miscarrying. This is something I wish someone had told me was normal.
Bloating/Gas. In the first trimester, I was riddled with bloating and gas. I looked like I was 5 months pregnant because the bloating was out of control. I felt uncomfortable and everything was tight. The most awkward part is that this was the time I was trying to hide my pregnancy and all the bloating made it every hard. I had to get very creative with well placed scarves and loose tops.
Exhaustion. The first trimester wiped me out. I would come home from work and sleep for two hours everyday and then go to bed around 8:00 PM. I’d struggle to make it through the day and fantasize about napping. However, when the weekend would come where I could actually sleep in, I’d be wide awake at 4:00 AM. Yes, 4:00 AM. FYI – there’s not much on TV at 4:00 AM on Saturday mornings.
Fear. If I could characterize the first trimester with one word it would be fear. Fear that every decision I made, thing I ate, way I moved was somehow wrong and I was harming my unborn baby. Fears also crept in about being a good mother, telling my employer and the financial pressures that come with babies. I always assumed that everyone that was pregnant was constantly calm and excited, but the more I read in Facebook groups and message boards, the more I realized most women are like me. This is why I think blog posts filled with honesty like this one are useful so that other moms-to-be know they’re normal and not alone.
Check back to see how my pregnancy progresses and leave any tips you have in the comments below.
Are you pregnant? What are some of your first trimester highs and lows?