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Pregnancy brain is real. As for the “magic” of the 2nd trimester — still puking, still nauseated, still losing weight and just barely showing — I am not convinced. I am 25 weeks.
So much to write. So little energy to do just about anything, especially things work-related. The fatigue is relentless and it is all I can do to watch S. It’s pretty pathetic, honestly.
I can feel her moving around a lot, which is very reassuring. When she moves too much, I have a Braxton-Hicks contraction, which is not a cause for alarm, but is often uncomfortable.
What else is there to say?
Some random observations:
Pregnancy is much less dramatic the second time around. I often forget how far along I am and have to look it up.
I am more confident in handling a newborn yet terrified as to how all this is going to work with a toddler around.
I am getting the epidural this time right from the start. I don’t like pain.
I am just now starting to show and still losing weight, which is an odd combination.
I am looking forward to being out of the conception/pregnancy/birth lifestyle. I am ready to put this phase of my life behind me and just focus on being a mom.
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