I’ll start by saying, really, overall, I’m very happy. We’ve been trying for another child, and I have no serious complaints like hyperemesis or whatever. But sometimes the cumulative effect of the little stuff gets to be a drag.
Yes, my kid is only the size of a grape, yet it has brought me down like a pack of lions on a sick zebra. I’m SOOOOOO tired during the day - I have to take a two-hour nap every afternoon (though I AM grateful that I have the opportunity to do that!). The really perverse thing, though, is, in the words of the March of Dimes, “During early pregnancy, the same hormone that causes fatigue during the day can also disrupt your sleep cycle at night.” OK, that there is proof there is no loving god, no further arguments needed.
Not to mention the peeing. Even if I didn’t wake up a lot and lie staring at the ceiling for an hour, I’d still be up every two hours whizzing. Oh, and it continues during the day. I was totally astounded that I made it through Harry Potter: OotP (2:18) at the theater.
Then there are the digestive issues. I will get really hungry, really quickly, which then (stupidly) makes me nauseated. So then I have to find something I can gag down so I don’t pass out from low blood sugar. Of course, as soon as I eat enough to satisfy my hunger, I immediately feel overstuffed and get heartburn. And, well, let’s turn to the March of Dimes again: “During pregnancy, hormones relax the muscles in your digestive tract. This slows down your digestion and can cause gas to build up. Gas leads to bloating, burping, passing gas, discomfort, and pain in the belly—especially after a big meal.” Yeah. Also, this digestive relaxation/gas thing leads to alternating constipation and . . . how best to phrase this? Three words: Human air cannon.
Also, you tend to get a stuffy nose in pregnancy, because your tissues are all swelling up with extra fluid. Add in that I’ve stopped my allergy medicine because it’s Class C, so that the dust mites are triggering histamines all over the place, and I’m rarely seen without a tissue in my hand.
Finally, the sore nipples are bad enough by themselves - anything brushing by can cause some serious wincing, but with an older child still nursing, it puts a serious crease in my shorts. At least we are very close to weaning, and the soreness has faded.
I just can’t wait till the second trimester. Past experience indicates that I’ll transform into a cheerful, energetic sex goddess. And we just won’t think about that third trimester yet.