
This baby. It is not like the first one.
Dress: Forever 21
Sweater: Zara
Tights: Hue
Wedges: Payless
My pregnancy with my son was smooth sailing. My worst memories involve an aversion to chicken and slight nausea for a week or two in the first trimester, followed by extremely swollen ankles in the third trimester. Other than that, I considered bragging that my body was made for pregnancy. I was handling it like a champ.
This time around, things have been rough. ROUGH. And I'm not just talking about how I look when I drag myself to work each morning because admittedly, that has been quite bad. I'm talking about my pregnancy symptoms. My nausea has been on the level of eating bad shellfish on a rocky cruise liner. Cramping in my gut has caused me to pause mid-conversation and then pretend that I forgot what I was saying. Terrible back-ne (back + acne) is an understatement. I'm exhausted at the end of the day and it carries right through to when I wake up in the morning since my pregnancy insomnia has decided to make an early appearance. And all this is occurring while I have a sweet toddler inviting me to play Legos and trains with him in his room when I'm considering lying face flat on the hardwood floor.
As happy as I am to be pregnant...yes, I'm complaining. And that probably comes off as lame since being pregnant is a privilege, not a right. There are many women in this world that would give anything to share these symptoms, without complaint. And I sincerely hope that everyone who wants to get pregnant does - I will be the first to wholeheartedly congratulate you and then direct you towards your own bag of goldfish crackers because seriously, they will be your new best food friend.
I'll admit that I'm feeling better this week. But my complaints are more in the line of keeping a sense of humor in the midst of a bit of physical misery. If you can't laugh at your ill-timed, uncontrollable pregnancy burps, then what can you laugh at?
I'm hoping the trade-off happens in the delivery. First baby: easy pregnancy, 58 hours of labor. Second baby: uncomfortable pregnancy, baby literally shoots out of my vagina. It is only fair.









































