I promise that all my posts from here on out won’t be devoted to pregnancy, but I’ve typed up a couple thoughts that I had during my first trimester and want to share them….
Pregnancy seems similar to engagement to me in so many ways. One major difference between engagement and pregnancy is that, for me, the first trimester is one long drawn out proposal. For 2 months, I have felt like Gregg has been slowly putting a ring on my finger, and I have been thinking things like, I want to be excited, but can I be yet? Is this for real? I imagined both periods of waiting (engagement and pregnancy) to be blissful and fun and exciting. And, so far, pregnancy has been more fun than being engaged (sorry, Gregg, but I’m sure you agree with me). But, of course, parts of it have been hard. My complaints are not different than any other woman’s, so I won’t go into the specifics. But, the hardest thing for me, I think, has been not feeling like myself. Not having the energy to do the things that I normally like to do, like reading or knitting. Sometimes I just sit (weird).
I’m writing this smack in the middle of my first trimester, but I’m going to wait to actually post it. I read this wonderfully encouraging post about “First trimester woes.” (I actually googled this phrase.) I had been having this internal battle between listening to my body and resting when I needed to VERSUS putting aside how I feel and doing the things that I don’t feel like doing. What I am learning is that I can do more than I think I can. Sometimes I just need to rest, but sometimes doing things that I don’t want to do takes precedent.
And, knowing that other women have had/are having much worse first trimesters than me, makes me want to pick myself up by the boot straps.