Catching Our Rainbow

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Second Trimester

on June 23, 2014

Wahoo!!!!!

As of Saturday, I am officially in the second trimester. I’ve been trying to put together a coherent post for awhile now, and it doesn’t seem to be happening, so I bring you bullet points:

  • I have not felt like puking since Tuesday. While I feel infinitely grateful that I did not get the horrible, constantly puking sickness that some of my friends had while pregnant, I am also glad to no longer be in the feeling-too-sick-to-do-anything-but-well-enough-to-feel-guilty-about-laying-on-the-couch-all-day stage.
  • Saturday was the last day for my progesterone pills, and I now can truly understand the fear that some of my fellow bloggers talked about when they stopped taking them. It just feels wrong to stop taking something that has helped keep my baby alive up to this point. I don’t even have a bunch leftover to take for peace of mind.
  • We are now out. We started telling people on Father’s Day (13wks) when hubby wore a “Never fear, Dad is here” t-shirt to the church picnic. It was scary to start openly telling everyone, but hubby had so much fun–I’m so glad that I didn’t let my fear rob him of that experience. The reactions were great–it usually started with a confused look, then a “Oh, you guys got placed with the adoption?,” then squealing and jumping up and down. The amount of love that we have received in the last week or so has been staggering.
  • We took announcement photos with a good friend of ours, and it was so much fun. I realized as we were playing around and trying different things that it was the first time we had done something fun that involved pregnancy. I’ve been pregnant six times, and no fun. Hubby put on his fancy fire uniform (which he looks sooooo good in), and we went to his volunteer department and took pictures in front of/inside the truck. We had a onesie with a fire truck on it and one of our ultrasound pictures that we used as props–as well as various pieces of hubby’s fire gear. The pictures turned out amazing, and I made a collage that said “Tiny (Our Last Name Here) On Duty Dec. 2014” that is hanging on our fridge and the fridges of our families.
  • Now that I am feeling better, I no longer have an excuse to avoid The Room. You should all know what I’m talking about. When we bought our house and the world was rainbows and butterflies and we were going to get pregnant immediately, we labeled one of the rooms the nursery. Then, for over two years we have avoided that room and treated it like an oversized junk closet. Whenever we clean, and there is something I don’t know what to do with or I don’t want to deal with something, I will literally open the door to that room, toss the item in, and quickly shut the door. You couldn’t even walk into it, but hubby and I finally buckled down and started working on it yesterday. Now, as the spouse who is staying home all summer with the intentions of reading for her M.A. exam and cleaning out the house, I must continue the work we started. Good vibes appreciated because I am a hopeless pack rat and I hate cleaning out stuff.

I guess that’s the biggest news for now. Bullet points seemed to help, I may lean more towards those in the coming weeks. I know I owe you a post about my midwife, and I promise I will post one. Eventually.

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6 responses to “Second Trimester

  1. This is such a great post, filled with happiness and anticipation for the next stage. Thank you so much for the update.

  2. steph50 says:

    Hihih I love this :)

  3. I love this so much. So very happy for you!

    That moment of having fun with pregnancy is such a blessing and I’m glad you got to experience it.

    I also felt weird stopping my progesterone pills. But the doctor told me that continuing to take them past the recommended time could cause problems with reproductive system development if it’s a boy. (And it was!) I don’t know the details, but they do have reasons to stop taking them then and that was really reassuring to me. :)

  4. Oh, yes – we had an oversized junk closet too! It’s now got Winnie the Pooh curtains and yellow paint on the walls and is some way towards looking like a nursery. :)

    I’m so pleased and excited for you. It’s a wonderful feeling to be in the second trimester. I was warned that this can be the scariest part of pregnancy, as you no longer feel pregnant/sick but you can’t feel the baby move yet (however, I kept puking up to 18 weeks and started feeling her kick at 16 weeks, so that never happened for me!) Stopping the progesterone is terrifying. But glad to hear you’re getting to enjoy pregnancy at long last!

  5. storkchaser says:

    Yaaaaay! How freaking wonderful!

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