Well, we’re almost halfway through this pregnancy.
Huh-what-now? I know.
Duff and I have been watching LOST on Netflix. Somewhere deep in my first trimester, we watched an episode called, “Run, Hide, or Die.” These were the options for survival on the island and I could relate.
There are two little people following me around. I don’t know if they are THE OTHERS but I do know that they’re asking for snacks and drinks and I suspect the smaller one is pooping her pants. Every smell makes makes me want to gag and I’m starving but nothing, and I mean nothing, sounds good. Why does our brand new house suddenly smell like old salad and ash? MUST CLEAN FIREPLACE. Scratch that. Must get DUFF to clean fireplace. When did the girls dress up as a bumblebee and a chef? I must have dozed off. Oh my gosh, I need a nap.
One day Duff came home and I went upstairs to “go to the bathroom” (aka lay facedown on our bed for a few minutes). As I walked up the stairs I thought to myself, in the French accent of one Danielle Rousseau, “You can run, hide or die.”
And that is how I’d summarize the first trimester of this third pregnancy.
Luckily, we’re past all that now, and things are going pretty well. I’ve started exercising again (she says after one workout), food tastes good (almost too good but pass the nachos) and although I’m still more tired than usual, I no longer feign a bathroom break for a quick nap.
Just for fun, here’s a quick comparison of my pregnancies so far.
Liv: Terrible heartburn from the beginning. Ate a handful of Tums as I took the pregnancy test. Threw up once at 14 weeks. Difficult pregnancy, physically. Started experiencing some, um, “hip area” pain around 16 weeks, was basically sedentary, had a stress fracture in my left foot starting at about 25 weeks, stayed sedentary, followed my cravings like they were commandments, gained about twice the recommended amount. Elected to induce at 39 weeks (I was very favorable for induction and had been for weeks) due to extreme sciatica and tailbone pain.
Eliza: Moderate heartburn starting early on. Exhaustion and some nausea during first trimester, never actually vommed. Stayed more active, partially for me and partially because I had a toddler who needed to do more than sit around catching up on GLEE and washing down Chickfila fries with Snickers ice cream bars. We were also interviewing, going through church planting assessment and moving during this pregnancy, so there was a lot more going on. Gained a happier amount of weight, elected to induce at 39.5 weeks so that family could plan to be present and Liv wouldn’t have to be in the delivery room by default. Because you can’t erase some memories.
Baby 3.0: NO HEARTBURN. What the what? I bought a bottle of Tums and haven’t opened them yet. Super exhausted, super nauseated during first trimester. Never threw up. Not showing as fiercely and furiously as I expected, knowing my history and the fact that this is my third. Really wanted to exercise throughout first trimester. Stopped running around 8 weeks and didn’t set foot in a gym again until 14 weeks. Took another 3 week break due to illness and vacation. I feel more of a need to pay attention to my energy level, and as a result, I’ve tried to make sure I have non-screen time during some naps/rest time. Also, I sometimes “make myself” lay down and watch “Call the Midwife.” It’s (not) really hard.
If my calculations are correct, everything I eat will start to taste crazy good in the next two weeks. Also, GENDER REVEAL! Stay tuned.
If you’ve had multiple kids, how did your pregnancies compare? Anyone else spend several weeks in an orthopedic boot during the hottest month of the year while pregnant? If you knew me then, how sorry for me did you feel?
Based on my quick summaries, any guesses on this baby’s gender?
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