The second trimester has begun

Today means 14 weeks of pregnancy for me! Please, no gifts. Unless you insist. It has gone by much faster than last time thus far. Things have been going smoothly too, so I’m hoping for more of the same. My biggest pregnancy symptom right now is tiredness, but I may just have to get used to that being a fact of my life for a few years the way things are panning out! Still, it’s so much different than my first pregnancy where naps were much easier to come by. There were many days I’d come home from work and head straight to bed for an hour or two before Jeff would wake me up for dinner. Since I found I was pregnant this time, I can count my naps on one hand.

When I pick Mirabella up from Mary’s after work, all she wants to do is play (and she’s so sweet at that time that my falling asleep loses some of its appeal anyway...some of its appeal). On the days she does end up falling asleep between 4:30-5:30, it’s only a cat nap on her agenda so by the time I’d fall asleep, I’d be back up again. So I don’t try. I’m getting used to being sleepy pretty much around the clock as best as I can, and hopefully my constant yawning hasn’t upset anyone too badly.


(Did just seeing this photo make you yawn?)

No bloody noses for me yet, and at this stage the first time, I had already had a couple. I also had sore boobs then too, growing pains I guess, but what happened to those? No such pain this time, probably having to do with still nursing the first two months of my pregnancy. Now that the nursing tatas have mostly gone away, I’ve been eagerly awaiting my pregnancy ones. Let’s go! I sure liked those. Please come back...pretty please?

What has returned are the break outs on my face and I’m not happy about it. When am I going to get out of this ugly stage? Not soon enough by the looks of it.


Those of you that followed last time, I had gotten this strange pain in my rear (always on my right side). It’s back, and it started two days ago which is much earlier than when it started during my first pregnancy. I described it then as a nuisance, like an achy, sore or pulled muscle. Yep, that’s it again. It’s not so bad yet, but I know what’s to come and it’s not fun. Surely the back pain, and not the early on lower back pain, but the odd pain in the middle of my right side, is not far behind. Bring on the leg cramps too. Ugh. So minor in the scheme, in all seriousness.

I’m going...and going...and going to the bathroom a ton, numero uno (number one, gringos). During the day, during the night, it doesn’t really stop. And after some decaf, watch out. A couple glasses of just about anything, watch out. It’s much worse after that. At least now I’m prepared that this does start so early. From what I recall, it gets more manageable before it becomes out of control again at the end, so I’m looking forward to a little break.


Emotionally, I’m a little out of sorts. My fuse is short and many things make me cry, mostly touching things, or silly things. This hypersensitivity is something I had last time too, but I’m not sure if I wrote it down. There are many examples of my heightened emotional state. The crying ones are mostly small things, like driving to work and waving to the guy that holds up the slow sign on the side road that might be under construction. When he waves back, I get choked up by the nice exchange we had. Really, it’s the many things like that that do it to me.


The short fuse is pretty much just that. No great examples, just that I can frustrate easily and am short fused. Wait, I have an example. I was in the drive thru line at KFC which I never go to, but I had a craving over lunch for their mac and cheese. The guy in front of me was taking forever which was already annoying. At the window, he again was taking a long time exchanging many words with the KFC employee. A side note is that several times I saw him looking at me in his side mirror, something else that bugged me. When the employee gave him his receipt, the driver crumpled it up and with no shame, punkishly dropped it on the ground out of his window. This infuriated me! First off, littering is ridiculous as it is, but most people are embarrassed that they do it. Not this guy. This blatant littering angered me to no end, but there’s more...he looked at me in his mirror, saw me looking at him, and waved! I was ready to get out of my car! Naturally I put my hands up and started yelling at him to pick it up. He turned around out of his window and said, “What?” I repeated, “Pick it up!” and was ignored. My blood was boiling.

When I finally got my food, I pulled out and the guy was parked in a spot like he was waiting for me. When I approached, he turned around to look at me and I continued with some childish name calling and drove away. I was half tempted to get out of my car and punch the guy. I seriously was, had I not been pregnant not wanting to put my baby in harm’s way, I would have. I wanted to scream! I wanted to fight him! I could hardly control myself! This is a more serious example of my short fuse; thankfully I don’t think the other examples are quite as pronounced. I’m sure I’d still be annoyed in the same situation if my hormones weren’t out of whack, but I know it made things worse. Just thinking about it now gets me a little fired up again!


OK, deep breath and back to talking about other pregnancy symptoms, or lack thereof. No migraines since the three in a row I had early on. I’ve also been lucky that I’ve had no morning sickness again too. Whew!

Everything is moving along well and I’m really looking forward to my next appointment in a week and a half to take comfort in the beating heart again. These early appointments have too much spacing in between. What’s a girl to do in the meantime but worry that everything is going as planned? Actually, I have gotten better this time. I take comfort in knowing what a miracle we were provided in Mirabella, so that has helped to calm me some. Sure I’ll still wonder and my mind will race until my baby comes out healthy, but I know that wonderful things have happened for us before I am becoming better at expecting that again.