Second Trimester Bliss

You know those mothering days where you wake up to complete silence, your children have dressed themselves in matching clothes, and they are polite and quietly play with each other all day long?

Yeah. Me either.

However, compared to what life was like just a couple weeks ago these past 2 weeks have felt like motherhood bliss.

I’m sure everyone knows one of “those women”. The women who LOVE being pregnant. They never get sick, they have even more energy than before pregnancy, they glow with beauty, and they are just generally wonderful to be around. I am not one of those women. Let me repeat—I. Am. Not. One. Of. Those. Women.

I’m sure you could already tell that from my previous post. But I want to be very clear-- for some of us pregnancy just plain sucks. We get sick before the pregnancy test even has a chance to turn positive, our hair can’t be helped with any product, our nails chip and break, our faces forget that we aren’t going through puberty anymore, we puke with such a velocity that it is bound to splash back up into our hair, we have less than zero energy, and we are moody. Picture one of those walking dead zombies. That’s kind of how I feel during pregnancy. At least during the first trimester.

After the first couple of weeks of the second trimester I feel like I am in pregnancy bliss. The sickness has subsided, my hair starts to look somewhat decent, no more acne, much more energy, and the moodiness is far less. I have been loving it! All that stuff that I put aside while I was feeling awful is now getting done. I have multiple parties planned at my house. I’ve been cooking dinner every single night again. And my favorite part is that I’ve been working out again! Each and every day I look forward to those workouts. Second trimester bliss! I hope all you other pregnant ladies will have the second trimester bliss too. I won’t even talk about what happens next—let’s just enjoy this time together.

February 10^th is our big ultrasound. We will be finding out if this little baby is a boy or girl—I’m not the patient type. I’ve been having strong feelings that it’s another boy, but I can’t wait to find out for sure. Any thoughts from you??

As a side note, since this is the 4^th time I’ve done this I feel like I should document postpartum so everyone else can see what it’s like. I’ve been thinking about journaling each and every day from what I ate, to what my workout looked like, to my emotions, and of course how my body is bouncing back. I find that it is very challenging to “get back to normal” after baby. I’m hoping maybe I can help lead other postpartum women to their goals. I’d love to hear what you readers think about this! Post here on the site or message me personally with any comments, thoughts, or ideas for the postpartum journey.

Perspective

Today I woke up and realized it is now the year 2014. I feel like the last 2 ½ months have been a complete daze. Between pregnancy sickness, that seemed to last all day every day with no end in sight, and our family passing around the flu/cold bug that has been going around I feel like I just woke up from a long nap. The good news is that I’m feeling great! All the kids seem to be on the mend and things are slowly getting back to normal. The bad news is that we have now been snowed in for 3 days and everyone seems to be getting a bit antsy.

I thought this would be the perfect time to write an inspired blog on “New Year’s Resolutions”. But who am I kidding? I’m 15 or 16 weeks pregnant, (I can’t seem to remember—I guess that’s what happens the 4^th time around) I worked out yesterday for the first time in 3 months and I am so sore I don’t want to lift my arms, no food sounds appealing therefore no cooking sounds remotely fun, my to-do list seems to grow exponentially by the day, and I’m just plain tired. So I’ve concluded that instead of blowing a bunch of smoke up your asses I’ll just be honest—for now, I resolve to get out of bed each morning, do my workouts, play with my kids, do my chores, say my prayers, love my husband, and fall back into bed each night. Hopefully, all my energy and zest will return shortly!

Sometimes I think God just wants us to do the simple things though. I feel like after being so sick from this pregnancy and relying on so many other people that I have a whole new perspective on things. How blessed I am. How blessed we are.

I can’t imagine dealing with a lifelong debilitating illness. I can’t imagine not having a warm place for my children to sleep at night. I can’t imagine my husband not having job that allows us to have nice things, warm clothes, a beautiful house, and general security. I should never have a complaint in the world. God has truly blessed me in this life.

So, with that perspective in mind I’m going to try and do the little things the best I can. I wish you all the best on your own New Year’s resolutions. If you haven’t started on your resolution yet—feel free to join me on my journey to conquer the little things.