The quiet after the STORM

Second trimester has been amazing thus far. I feel more like myself. First trimester deserves a blog post devoted to my hardship. The first six weeks were OK. I started feeling shortness of breath and fatigue, but overall I was feeling well. I ate junk food like crazy and was concerned about all the weight I would gain. I remember going to the first appointment and expressing my fears to my physician. She laughed at me. She said that she had no worries about my weight gain and I would soon find out that my concerns would be the least of my problems. Within a few days it was as if a curse was put on me because the nausea started. My nausea was nonspecific, but constant. I pushed away meals. I couldn't eat much. I felt like I was being tortured. Before I got pregnant, I stopped drinking alcohol. To my surprise, most of the first trimester ,after the 6th week ,felt like a nonstop hangover. The nausea was bad, but around week ten things got worse. I started to have acid reflux. I was able to hold back vomiting for the longest, but it finally happened early Easter morning. I felt like I was going to be stuck in constant turmoil. I remember walking home and calling my mother crying like a baby because I felt so out of control of my body and health. I really took for granted my good health before this slight and temporary decline.

Luckily, I feel better. I went to my doctor the other week and she asked if I felt better. She laughed in my face again. The real joke was on me because I never told her I was feeling bad. She explained that 95% of women experience a version of the first trimeter whoas. I sadly was not an exception. When I got on the scale and saw my whopping .2 lb weight gain. I laughed at myself. It's amazing how in retrospect I can sit back and laugh at a situation that almost put me to tears daily. All in all, this is all worth the pain. I can't wait to see the baby that God has blessed me and my husband to raise.