A bit of history, a bit of today, a bit of fantasy and a bit of me.
The ‘magic and thrills’ of being pregnant
A few things that was an absolute ‘thrill’ to have happen:
Your definition of tired will be redefined. Multiple times.
There is the first trimester exhaustion in which you feel barely more alive than a zombie. The second trimester where powering through the mental fatigue is a success. The third trimester where you are just tired of being tired and waking up 7 times in the night to get up to go to the toilet.
The bathroom will become your most used room in the house. It just will. Invest in a SquattyPotty. It’s worth it.
First trimester nausea is no joke. I had to start walking a new way to the office to avoid Starbucks because the early morning smell of their bacon butty (sandwich) made me so sick. 🤢
That fabled pregnancy glow? Yeah its basically due to me being so hot and sweaty all the time.
My first baby kicks felt like I had bad gas.
You will become intimately acquainted with having bad gas. Along with lightning crotch. ⚡️
The more weird shit your body does the more you realize you don’t know your own body at all. At one point my skin was so dry that it was peeling off in chunks on my hands. No idea why 🤷♀️
Sleeping actually starts to hurt. My hips end up sore from laying on one side for too long (usually half an hour) so I’m constantly tossing an turning. I invested in a body pillow from Lidl for £10 and it was honestly worth it.
It can hurt when your baby kicks and rolls. It’s also really distracting.
It is the weirdest feeling having another living thing with a mind of its own move inside you and have hiccups. Until its 1:30 in the morning and you desperately want to sleep. 😴