[first confession: this picture is actually from the first trimester.]
My first pregnancy (and the second pregnancy that followed in quick succession), I wore my normal padded, underwire bras through the entire duration of gestation and nursing (fun fact: I have never owned or worn a nursing bra.) This time? I haven’t worn real bra with things like hooks and clasps and underwire and separate cups for weeks. Months, maybe. Sports bras all the way–bring on the sexy uniboob.
I busted out the maternity clothes at 8 weeks. I am so over squeezing into my old clothes for the sake of pride–this time, absolute and uninterrupted comfort is prioridad numero uno.
Here’s a basic summary of my diet for the first couple of months.
Not pictured: boxes and boxes (and boxes) of Cheez-Its. My snack of choice.
Around week 12, I was getting super smug that I hadn’t yet gained any weight. And then the universe was like “JOKE’S ON YOU!” because I then proceeded to gain 6 pounds in one week. Pride goeth before the pounds.
I got an ultrasound at my first appointment and I cried. Of course, I was already crying because I had to have a pelvic exam, and those little bastards always induce anxiety attacks. (2 children and 2 IUDs later, you’d think I’d be used to it. But something about that exam table and the stirrups and the nakedness just freaks the absolute hell out of me.) But when I looked up and saw the fuzzy, black and white images of the wee little babe inhabiting my womb, the hyperventilating and shaking and panic-sobs turned into a much calmer and happier kind of weeping.
When I first found out I was pregnant, I promised myself I would actually exercise consistently this time. I did yoga every day…for like 9 days straight. On the other hand, I have been very faithful to my daily afternoon nap.
My first pregnancy, I followed all the “rules”, did all the research, spent hours and hours poring over books and websites. I’m not knocking that, because it’s an essential part of the first time experience. (Plus, it’s so fun to actually have a legitimate reason to be on all the baby websites, after all the months you’ve spent secretly looking at them anyway.)
This time, I eat sushi and Brie and raw eggs and lunch meat and basically whatever the hell strikes my fancy. I don’t worry as much about all the cramping or the random, weird symptoms that crop up. I’ve been through labor and delivery twice, so while I know it’s the farthest thing from a picnic that you could possibly come up with, I at least know what to expect and have concrete proof that I’ve survived it before. I am in no way an expert and this baby is likely to throw me for a loop, as babies are wont to do, but overall I am just less worried. And that is nice.
And even though this one was a huge surprise and even though the timing couldn’t have been much less ideal…
I am so excited.
[Tesla, 1 week old]
I hope this one’s cute, too.