The early days

30 May

May 10th, 2011

One of the toughest things for me when I found out I was pregnant with Aidan was not being able to shout it from the rooftops.

The secrecy nearly killed me. I’m not good at keeping surprises. I think that that’s one of the reasons that I do most of my Christmas shopping at the last minute. Otherwise everyone would know what I got them before they finished off the last of their Halloween candy.

It’s these early weeks that are the hardest. Those weeks when conventional wisdom dictates that you keep the pregnancy private lest the unspeakable happen.

I find this period infuriating because you have a whole load of symptoms but no sympathy.

It’s infuriating to have to pretend to be perky when you are dog tired. I get up a minimum of 3 times a night to use the bathroom. Considering this baby is currently the size of a blueberry it makes no sense to me whatsoever that my bladder feels the need to void itself so often in the witching hours. It must be Mother Nature’s way of priming a woman’s body for the months of consistently interrupted sleep that follow delivery. Man, that woman has a twisted sense of timing. Just when you need and crave rest the most she throws this at you.

Oh, and have I mentioned the bloating? Because of the slowed down digestive tract, every time I eat  or drink my abdominal cavity expands to a rather unattractive size. Good for getting a seat on the BTS after a nice meal out. Bad for trying to hide a pregnancy. Looking at old pictures from my first pregnancy, I easily look as round as I did at 3 months. Not a heartwarming sight.

Nor is the fact that I’ve gone up a whole cup size in under 4 weeks! While my husband thinks this is great, he is not the one who has the following to look forward to:

  • sore breasts
  • sore back
  • acne the likes of which I haven’t seen since puberty
  • stretch marks
  • heartburn
  • swollen everything
  • carpal tunnel in the wrists
  • foggy brain
  • chronic fatigue
  • oh, and let’s not even go into what a woman’s body goes through after the birth!
But it’s going to all be worth it. I know that. I am reminded of that every time I come home to a smiling toddler running to meet me at the door screaming, “Momma!” It’s just  that these early weeks are the hardest.

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One Response to “The early days”

  1. lovingrice May 31, 2011 at 6:08 am #

    I’ll offer a quiet (but VERY excited for you!) congratulations! Your secret is safe with me 🙂 And, by the way, I love that you are blogging!

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