The Best And Worst of The Second Trimester

As I’m about to embark into the unknown world of The Third Trimester, I’m reflecting back on what has been The Best and The Worst of The Second Trimester. It has definitely been a lot better than The First!  See what’s made the list…!

THE BEST

Finally feeling somewhat normal again… the debilitating veil of nausea has lifted and some energy has returned to finally be able to leave the couch and change out of sweatpants, you mean I can actually make something of the day?!

A bump, a bump, there’s a BUMP!! Starting to see my tummy turn into a little bump!

And baby wiggles, or is that stomach flutters? Then the weeks go by and it turns into unmistakeable womb gymnastics, ninja kicks and stomach swimming.

Prenatal yoga! My savior, keeping me sane through the weeks, connecting with other pregnant mamas out there are going through it to. Thank God I’m not alone in my shortness of breath and backache!!

Baths with epson salt and lubing up with belly butter, jojoba nipple oil, then slithering into bed!

Twenty week anatomy scan, seeing a perfectly formed little squiggle in my tumtum, wriggle around and pull faces and stretch out then wave to camera, just like the cutest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

Living in sweatpants and yoga leggings, because you have every excuse to stay comfortable at all times! 

Nearly halfway, then halfway, then over halfway!! Yay!

Energy to get things done.

Wearing tight tees and owning the fact, “I am pregnant everybody, so get out of my way!”

Strangers noticing your bump and smiling at you, because everybody loves a pregnant mama!!

THE WORST

Do you think my uterus is a trampoline little one? Ouch, that is actually my bladder…

Yes, I need to pee… again. I know I’ve just been, but stop the car somewhere, I gotta pee.

Leaving the house; ‘I think I’ll just pee one more time,’ arriving at supermarket; ‘Damn I need to pee again’. Grocery shopping; ‘Holding it in….’ Racing home through red lights; ‘Arghhh, I need to pee so bad!’

Braxton Hicks, 30 seconds where your whole uterus spontaneously stiffens out of the blue.

Waking up at 4.30am; ‘Nope it’s not morning yet… Ok, well I guess I’m not going back to sleep for the rest of the night.’

Trying to find a comfortable sleeping position. Left, right, left, shift, pillows in, pillows out, waking up on back… panic! Turning to the side, left, right, left, back sore, stomach squashed. Ughhh. This is so not comfortable!!

Sleeping with a sports bra on, cuz those boobs won’t stop growing and wobbling around with every twist and turn through the night.

Name hunting, and realizing there’s a lot of people you don’t like, and that your husband has had a lot of ex-girlfriends. Hummmm…

Stretching skin… and feeling heavy, and tired, and having no clothes that fit.

Finding it impossible to find an outfit which is comfortable and fashionable at the same time. 

Forgetfulness, aka, mama brain. Yes, I did turn my car off and leave the keys in the ignition. (More than once….)

Going out in public and hearing theories from strangers as to whether you’re having a boy or a girl. “Yes, you’re carrying low, so I KNOW it’s going to be a boy,” then the next person, “Ohh if you’re carrying low then you’re definitely having a girl!!” We’ll see shall we?!