Here we go again! With my first pregnancy I wrote these diaries every week from about 12 weeks such was my energy levels and enthusiasm for documenting the joys of pregnancy.
Catch up with The Pregnancy Diaries (part one) here.
This time around the premise is a little different. The pregnancy was unplanned-ish, the timing is crap and I’ve been looking after a toddler throughout pregnancy so…..yep, not as much time to bloom, as it were.
But this won’t be all doom and gloom, I promise. I just won’t be sharing my pregnancy as frequently as I did last time.
I’ve plumped for writing a post for each trimester, as well as the ever popular birth story too (seriously, anyone else love a birth story as much as I do?!)
So here goes. Pregnancy Part Deux: The Embryo Fights Back
Each pregnancy is different?
Pregnancy this time around is sorta same same but different; there have been both highs and lows I didn’t experience the first time around yet a confidence and calm I didn’t have either.
Overall, the symptoms have remained very similar. I had morning sickness from about 8-11 weeks then it stopped as suddenly as it began giving way to bone-tired exhaustion which, this time around has been an absolute killer.
With no family support and a husband who works long hours the tiredness of pregnancy is far tougher than I expected. Getting Anaïs to and from nursery is a joint effort, happily but bedtime tends to be my lucky treat 😉
My tips to get through the first trimester with a toddler in tow?
cBeebies, endless snacks and zero pressure to be any kind of model parent. It’s really only a few weeks where I needed to give up any semblance of caring about parenting properly so even though I felt unnecessarily guilty at the time, in the grand scheme of Anaïs’ life I’m sure she’ll forgot these lost weeks.
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Not feeling so anxious: The first time felt so monumental I allowed every horror story, every stat about how common miscarriage is and hardly told anyone, “just in case”.
This time around, I wasn’t so fussed. I already have a dreamy little dot so if it came to it and I miscarried? I’d be upset, of course, but the grief would be somewhat softened by the blessing of our healthy toddler.
I’m excited for Anaïs to be a big sister and can’t wait to see them playing together, fighting and scheming. I don’t have a relationship with my sister so, I’m sure, psychologically I’m aiming to live vicariously through my kids. That’s okay though, right?
I’m also HELLA excited to buy STUFF! Last pregnancy I was such a minimalist earth mama I refused to buy most things (although, let’s talk about the privilege of how much I got for free shall we?)
But this time I can’t wait to get a new nappy bag, buggy and baby carrier. ALSO TINY CLOTHES.
A bout of depression and struggles with my body image: Last time around my depression got a lot better in pregnancy and I only needed to go back to therapy/drugs when Anaïs was about seven months old.
This time though, I really struggled with persistent low moods from weeks eight through to about twelve. Which, I’m not gonna lie, was incredibly hard.
My changing body, so welcomed last time, felt terrifying. I put the battery back in our scales and started weighing myself daily again, cross referencing against Dr Google’s answer to my frantically typed, “How much weight should I put on at 8, 9, 10 weeks pregnant”.
I also ditched yoga and started running regularly agan (I never run in the winter, because…..grim). A weird way to do it given most people take up yoga in pregnancy…..
I was due to start my yoga teacher training pregnancy in April,and have quite an advanced practice so, for me to continue while having to adapt to my growing bump felt a bit……well, disappointing.
I did pregnancy yoga throughout my last pregnancy but haven’t felt keen to spend a heap of money to have a nap each week (I’m not much of a restorative yoga fan anymore!)
But I’m thinking about getting back into my practice and perhaps going to my usual class so….watch this space. I guess yoga feels quite snore to me at the moment as practicing reminds me of what I can’t do, what I’ve lost. The antithesis of a mindful practice.
Gas. I had to sleep in a separate room I was so windy.
Et voila. I’m currently 16.5 weeks pregnant so you have a wee while before your next installment but hopefully it’ll be a bit more cheery than this one!
Until next time.