My Second Trimester
Week 13-28 is what they call the second trimester. I was so looking forward to this new trimester after a very rough start to pregnancy. So many told me things would start to look up during this time. Well, I won’t disappoint, it was a bit better than the first. Higher energy, more appetite, less nausea, gender reveal, and baby kicks. My second trimester doesn’t just stop there though… I want to walk you through my journey of the ups and downs and be as open as possible with you!
My Second Trimester Struggles:
My nausea didn’t just disappear, and I didn’t just get my energy back suddenly. Turns out I had to go through several rounds of a cold, and then a UTI in the earlier weeks of my second trimester in order to finally get some of the second trimester “perks”. It wasn’t until about 16-18 weeks that I started to feel that “energy” they all talk about. The energy I was expecting was something I might run a marathon with, turns out, the energy I got was more like a few bouts of feeling somewhat normal and then back to needing a nap halfway through the day. You know what though, I was SUPER thankful for my small bouts of energy. Mornings were great, and my nights were great, but the struggle of trying to stay awake and maintain energy between 1-4 was a STRUGGLE.
It probably had something to do with the fact that I started to not sleep well at night. Tossing and tuning all night was my new sleep routine. I found things that helped, my pregnancy pillow, cutting my screen time, and my momma safe mood relaxer wellness oil. Dreams are very vivid and getting comfortable was tough, but I did notice that I was able to sleep better will a few of my tricks.
Heartburn came as a surprise to me. I never, in my life, struggled with heartburn until I was 18 weeks pregnant. Whoa, it was no joke. I couldn’t even really distinguish what caused it other than just another typical pregnancy symptom. Sometimes it was so bad, I got to the point of tears. My throat would be on FIRE. Not fun at all. I included more yogurt and dairy into my diet, and didn’t lay down after eating. It helped, but I think it’s just the name of the game, there was no miracle cure.
Dizziness/lightheadedness/shortness of breath was kind of an issue I had to deal with on most days. Not fun. Laying down, drinking lots of water, and regularly eating did help. Sometimes I would feel these sensations just standing up cooking or standing in line at the store-standing up for longer periods of time would make me feel weak in the knees. Maybe that sounds weird but I looked it up and it’s a thing. Further into my second trimester the shortness of breath was REAL. It was a struggle to feel comfortable. Honestly, some of this could be related to my anxiety, but it’s hard to tell. I talked to my doctor often about it.
Anxiety swirled back around. It came as a two headed dragon and it stole a lot from me. It brought fear to a lot of areas of my life. I really started to wonder if I would ever be the same again. I fought everyday to just feel a little bit normal. I worked to get myself out of my comfort zone, get rest, and concentrate on ways to get mentally healthy. I fought and I fought, and some days were actually great! Some days, it was tough to get off of the couch. But you know what, here I am and that’s something to celebrate and that’s what I tried to do after I accomplished, succeeded or had a good day.
Nearing the end of my second trimester, we encountered a new way of living due to the pandemic of Covid-19. As if my anxiety about pregnancy wasn’t enough, unknowns started to swirl. Those unknowns became a reality when my husband wasn’t allowed at any of my appointments, I could no longer have a baby shower or special gatherings due to social distancing guidelines, my hospital tours and classes were cancelled, I couldn’t see my family as much or as often, and there was a major possibility of Jacob not being in the delivery room. Fear swept over me and continued to hang there like a dark cloud. At my doctor appointments, there was a new way of conducting my visits. All the nurses wore PPE, I had to go through Covid screening each time, and then I was also asked to start wearing a mask while out. Visits were quick and definitely didn’t feel as “special”. Every night, I laid in bed and all I could do was pray and just be in a moment of gratitude for all the other amazing things going on, like a baby who was safe inside during such a wild time, and the awesome family and friends showering Baby Roe with gifts for our virtual shower that we now had to hold in place of a Baby Shower.
Also, I had the not so fun glucose test. I briefly mentioned this on socials, but I failed it. When they called and told me I had failed and would need to take the three hour test, let’s just say I had a major breakdown. Feeling like I failed, feeling scared about the future and what it all meant. However, I would like to give some encouragement to the new mamas our there, the 1 hour glucose test itself was not horrible, the drink wasn’t bad at all-just a sugary drink. The wait wasn’t terrible because I saw the doctor during the hour and I love to chat with her and hear the babies heartbeat at my visits. So, I think I had to technically wait like 30-40 minutes. I technically had my three hour glucose screening in the third trimester, but figured I couldn’t leave you hanging. It was tough if I’m being honest, but I pulled through and I was really proud of myself. Three hours is a long time, but I brought my computer and watched Netflix. Time passed by quicker than I thought. The drink was more intense and burned my throat, but nothing I couldn’t handle. I had nausea within the first hour of drinking the glucose drink almost didn’t keep it in but I laid down and tried to tell myself I was fine. Each hour after it calmed down and it basically just turned into hunger. I may have said “why do you do this to pregnant people” to my nurse in my state of emotional hangerness. The constant blood draws were tough, but it helped to close my eyes each time and my nurse was quick about it. I would like to give all the praise to God that my results came back totally normal from this screening, and I did NOT have the gestational diabetes.
Exciting Things About My Second Trimester:
Baby kicks: I started to feel little man around week 19 and they felt like a little spasm in my lower belly. As the weeks went on they got stronger and they weren’t always super sweet, especially in the later weeks when I got kicked in various organs and ribs. I enjoyed it though. I could put my hand on my belly and he would kick on cue. Maylene could cuddle up to my belly and he would kick, and Jacob loved to watch my belly move all over the place.
Hello appetite, it was back and I was so glad. I could finally eat foods that weren’t plain, and cook without feeling like I would throw up. I tried to eat three healthy meals, with snacks in between. My food aversions went away for the most part, and really I was just super excited to eat normally. I enjoyed fruit, and had a major sweet tooth.
Anatomy scan: This is a pretty big appointment and it’s an exciting one. Because we chose not to do any early gender testing, this is the appointment where we could have found out. However, we wanted it to be a secret for our gender reveal so the tech slipped the gender into an envelope. This long appointment consisted of seeing his sweet fingers, toes, legs, arms, and watched him move all around. I cried, and Jacob teared up too!
Gender reveal: I’m so thankful we were able to have a special gender reveal with our close friends and family, because little did I know there would be no more gatherings or celebrations for baby due to the pandemic. The gender reveal was so special and I treasure it now more than ever. You can find out more about our reveal HERE in this post!
A growing belly: I wasn’t sure how I was going to react to a constantly changing body shape now that it was bound to happen in my second trimester. At first, it was hard to kind of grasp and come to the reality that this was my body, it was almost shocking to me. By the end of my second trimester, I grew to love my new shape because it meant Baby Roe was growing and safe. It meant each day I was closer to getting to see his sweet face!
Decorating and shopping: AHHH probably my fave part. It made it more of a reality for me, that soon a baby would be here, would be in my arms, would be in the house. Buying little clothes, decorating the nursery was just so special for me. I beamed every time I held a piece of his clothing, or got something in for his nursery. I had fun researching all the baby goods, probably too much fun. I took my research very seriously. I would dream of him being in the stroller, bed, or using the toys I found. This was something very calming and relaxing for me to do.
I wasn’t promised an easy pregnancy, I kind of figured it would be a lot for me mentally and physically which is partially why it took me over 5 years to feel like I could be “ready”…I still wasn’t ready. Yes, there has been the struggles, but I’m reminding myself of how much I have to be thankful for. There’s so much to feel thankful for. Though, I have my moments of tears which is TOTALLY NORMAL, I really can’t wait for our little boy to be a part of our world, to be in my arms, to be his mom.