So, I can say with absolute certainty that I've always looked forward to the day that hubby and I would expand our little family. Now that I'm here, though...... Oh. My. Gosh. Seriously, I had this naive thinking that everything would be rainbows and butterflies, super happy feelings all the time, and just a blissful 9 months.
Number one - complete exhaustion all the time. I have never slept/wanted to sleep more in my LIFE. And when I finally get to sleep, it lasts maybe 3 to 4 hours. Then I'm up tossing and turning for who knows how long until I can finally get back to sleep. I know this is my body's way of preparing me for late nights, interrupted sleep and so on, but geez, I just want to SLEEP!!! And right now, the best place to get any sleep seems to be the couch. I had a friend tell me that before this 9 months was over that I would've found my way to every sleeping surface in the house until I found a place that was comfortable. Truer words have never been spoken.
Number two - eating. I've always been under the impression that pregnant women eat all the time. Let me tell you, it's true, but probably not in the way you think. I'm a three square meals a day kind of girl...breakfast, lunch, and dinner like clockwork. Now, it's breakfast, then second breakfast, lunch, second lunch...you get the idea. I'm eating all the time, but I can only eat small amounts. It's like this baby has carved out a piece of my stomach, and said, "Nope, this belongs to me!" My lunches have been reduced to the size of kid's meals. :(
Number three - gas. This one is probably the most un-glamorous of them all, and it sounds worse than it is...really. (I promise our house does not stink!) No, it's mostly just air that feels like it's trapped in my esophagus all day long. It makes me burp all the time. I read that it should subside once I reach the second trimester. Is it over yet? No. What makes it so miserable is that it causes this tightness in my chest that just won't go away. It literally feels like trapped air, and it hurts. :(
Number four - "morning" sickness. So, here's one area that I've actually been fortunate to (almost) escape. I've been sick 3 times in 14 weeks, and I'd say that's a pretty good record at this point. :) But morning sickness as a title is so deceiving, and truly, if I was getting sick first thing in the morning every day, I'd have to just quit everything. I'm so not a morning person.
In spite of all that, I am in absolute awe of this tiny thing growing inside me. And if I have to deal with no sleep, weird eating patterns, gas, and sickness, I'd say the trade off is going to be worth it all in about 6 more months. :) Are we anywhere close to being prepared? No, but we're so blessed with a great support system already, and this sweet child will not lack for one second of complete love.