I am officially a second trimester pregnant lady. Thank the sweet Lord baby Jesus. First trimester? NOT A FAN.
And how, might you ask if you are not a person who lives with me and thus knows is terrible detail the answer to this question, did I celebrate entering the second trimester, aka “the golden trimester” (as you are allegedly no longer sick but not yet in the unwieldy water buffalo stage)?
I celebrate by getting sick. Again! Some more! In parking lots and my office trash can and a variety of other unfortunate receptacles. Not fair.
Second trimester: GET YOUR ACT TOGETHER.
This pregnancy has been so different from my first go round so it shouldn’t surprise me, I guess, that just when I was starting to feel better with Miles that I’m having renewed crappy sickness with this little person. Perhaps this will teach me from day one that there is no real point to comparing kids to their siblings, which isn’t a bad lesson to learn.
The official first trimester wrap-up:
Weight gain: -11 pounds
# of times I’ve declared that I’m going to be “pregnant forever”: 417
#of times that was said happily: -417
# of family members I’ve irritated by not telling them first: at least two
Cravings: French onion soup, watermelon, grapes, cheesecake (sadly unfulfilled due to my own unwillingness to make or buy it at 10pm when the craving hit), animal crackers, tortilla chips.
Aversions: Everything not on the above list
Names I love that have been cruelly rejected by Mr. Monkey: Ezra and Mabel
Do we have names picked out: Nope.
My current predictions (based on absolutely no evidence of any kind): I will have a 9+pound boy on April 12th. He will have curly hair and will look like his father.