I am just days away from entering my second trimester. Everyone says that once you enter the second trimester of your pregnancy you are all filled with happiness and pure glee at the idea of having a baby because you can finally eat food without barfing five seconds later or falling asleep in your plate of spaghetti (which also, may or may not be covered with chocolate sauce. Just sayin’.) Needless to say, I was super excited to get through the first part of this experience and on to the good part where it is all unicorns and gumdrops and stuff. I desperately wanted to be able to stay awake past 7:30pm and watch an episode of “The Walking Dead” without vomiting on My Beloved. And I desperately wanted to eat something doused in tomato sauce without feeling, only minutes later, as though I had swallowed a fireball.
And I will tell you, I have definitely noticed some changes. I definitely can stay up past 7:30 now. In fact, I will stay up until 10:30. And then I will sleep for 4 hours until my bladder is on the verge of explosion (which is evidently, common) and I wake suddenly just before I get to that part in the “pee dream” where I am actually ON the toilet and starting to go, saving MB from, yet another example of how my body betrays me (and essentially, him) on a daily basis. After I have relieved my bladder, I will return to bed, where my 27 lb cat will insist on sleeping ON.MY.FACE. Because, he has decided, it appears, that he now has to be by my side (or on my face) every waking second of every day. (I think he does not trust me to gestate.) I will, for an hour, try to avoid eating my cat’s tail or being elbowed in the face by my beloved for one hour at which time, I will leave the bedroom and assume my position on the couch. Watching re-runs of “Three’s Company” at 3 in the morning. I will not fall back to sleep before work because I will be starving and making lists of things I will devour tomorrow as soon as it is an acceptable time to start devouring things. I will “wake up” at 5:30 and report to work. Where it is unacceptable to devour things. And where I will be miserable and full of hate for ten straight hours. I will accept that pregnancy takes you from normal to narcolepsy to insomnia in a matter of days and I will contemplate homicide.
I miss sleeping, internet. Does this get better again?
As for the eating. I noticed that, during the first trimester, there weren’t a whole lot of ridiculous cravings or anything. I did not eat peanut butter and pickle sandwiches, as my grandmother did. I did, however, find that McDonald’s McDoubles are the stuff that dreams are made of. (Dreams not of the pee-dream variety, mind you.) I did not, but could have easily eaten several McDoubles, several times a day and felt fine about it. Because I wouldn’t have had to kill anyone. (Note to significant others of pregnant ladies, If the lady says McDouble, FIND A McDOUBLE. For the love of GOD.) I wanted chocolate sometimes, which is unusual but, I guess not too unusual for most people. And if I said, “Sandwich!”…well, MB knew what to do. But mainly, the urgency was because being hungry is very painful when you have a parasite sucking the nutrients out of all of your meals. Seriously. This shit hurts.
Things haven’t yet changed too much. The only real difference that I am starting to notice is that I can eat things that are a little more acidey and I think I might even be able to do the hot sauce thing. I haven’t tried yet, because, I rather like to feel as though I have a normal, content esophagus, but I am gonna do it soon. I just may need a pep-talk.
In the meantime, is it weird that I feel that I might actually need to eat a bratwurst? Like, immediately?
10 thoughts on “Unicorns? Gumdrops?”
You’ll sleep again, don’t worry. I just won’t tell you when. Because then you might hate me for being the one to tell you.
Oh man…I don’t know if I’m gonna make it…
Now, if you will excuse me, I guess I will have to go and devour things. Ugggghhhh.
Why are pregnant women relegated to watching such outlandish 3 AM programming from the ’70s? For me it was MASH. The least they could do would be to air That 70s Show or Cosby reruns in the middle of the night.
Seriously! I never had anything against “three’s company” before now and found Chrissy Snow’s half-laugh, half-snort a little endearing. Now I want to grab her by her shiny, white pig-tails, shake her, and ask her why no one is ever overeating or hysterically crying where she lives.
it’ll get better. and then worse. and then WAY WORSE, because you will have a newborn and will understand for the first time what exhaustion *actually* feels like. and then that get’s better, too. what pregnancy does prepare you for is saying goodbye to that idea of “this is what my normal life is like,” because everything changes, all the time. the second trimester IS better than the first or second, but for me, it took until about 18ish weeks to really start enjoying that. the peeing thing will also improve once your uterus swells past your pelvis bones. but then, like everything else, gets so much worse than you can imagine once you get to month 9… ah, pregnancy. F.U.N.
I think I was napping and eating hot sauce every other hour my last trimester. I can’t even sense spice now, since I was eating so much of it (it’s supposed to help induce labor). i miss preggo naps. No one bothers you or makes you feel guilty for them. And because there is so much TIRED happening. I think I’ve napped twice since giving birth.
For your sake I hope you are nothing like me. My 1st trimester woes never went away…then I was diagnosed with gestational diabetes. Uncool. No sweets, breads, pasta, etc. I sucked at the whole pregnancy thing. One tip once you start to get really uncomfortable sleeping: inflatable air mattress. I am not kidding. If you leave it a touch under inflated it supports that belly you are going to be sporting sooner than you like. It was the only place I could sleep.
Thats really good to know. I am seriously already really uncomfortable. I can’t even imagine how much worse it will get!
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