Among all my first trimester symptoms, the fatigue was surprisingly the worst. I would pass out on the couch the moment I got home from work. It didn’t help that my pre-pregnant self liked sleeping in all the time, so this vice was magnified by baby cooking. Sorry, (my early bird) hubby!
I remember reading how one of the pregnancy symptoms are your feet start to loosen up due to relaxin, a hormone that allows your bones to loosen and spread out to accommodate the growing baby. I did not have flexi-feet, but I know I would abuse its power if I did.
I was about 8 weeks pregnant, just ran the Hood To Coast Relay, and thought it would be a great idea if my husband and I did one last bike camping trip before the baby. What I didn’t count on was having a tiny pregnancy bladder, and I hated walking in the woods in the… Continue reading Preggo-Bike Camping Pt. 1
Our bike camping trip was 2 nights, and we didn’t have any cell service. We hadn’t told anyone aside from our parents on both sides that I was pregnant. This baby would be the 1st grandchild on my side of the family, so needless to say the “Lola (“grandma” in Tagalog)-to-be” was getting very worried… Continue reading Preggo-Bike Camping Pt. 2
One of our friends swore by the Snoogle so I had to try it when I was pregnant. It definitely surpassed all expectations. The Snoogle wasn’t just a hit with me, but with our dog…and my husband.
As my belly began to bulge from the baby, I attempted some quick fixes before I could shop for some maternity pants. I apologize to all my co-workers who had no idea I was doing this as I approached my 2nd trimester.
There was this expectation that the nausea and tiredness would hard stop the moment I hit the 2nd trimester. Instead, it was a gradual receding of symptoms that by my 16th week, I was feeling good enough to attempt running again. Running has always been one of my stress relievers; I was SO happy to… Continue reading Second Trimester
My husband took such great care of me during my pregnancy. Everyone needs a partner like him when they’re pregnant. <3
I was always laying the truth bombs on my hubby during the pregnancy.
For awhile during the 2nd trimester, I couldn’t tell if the baby was kicking. “It could be just gas,” I told myself. Then that night of the first REAL kick, I fully understood my body was not my own.