I think there’s light at the end of the tunnel for the general discomforts of the first trimester. Sure, my stomach still almost never feels normal, and I’d rather sleep longer than spend time conditioning my hair (or showering, for that matter). But there’s a glimmering ray of hope: the weekends. For whatever reason–increased amount of sleep, flexible schedule, lack of computer desk–weekends seem to be great for me and my body, and I now look forward to them more than ever before, which is saying a lot. Everyone always says that the second trimester is the best. I hope they’re right, because the previous one wasn’t so great. I think some of it has to do with just getting used to things. Like the increased blood volume: not a problem anymore. I’ve gotten used to it. I’ve also gotten used to sleeping in a sports bra, something I never thought I’d do.
We were supposed to see our midwife this afternoon, but she had a birth to attend, so I’m rescheduled for tomorrow. Unfortunately, that means I’m going solo, because Trevor already switched his day off from Tuesday to Wednesday so he could go with me today. It’ll be fine, I just want Trevor to get to be as involved as possible in this whole process (and I know he wants that, too). Plus, it’s a lonely drive to and from Conway, though I know it like the back of my hand.
And here’s a call for advice from those of you out there who have already done this whole pregnancy thing: how on earth did you get the recommended amount of protein? I haven’t been doing any counting, but I think it’s a safe bet that I don’t get 60 grams every day. I’ve been adding more meat to my mostly-beans-and-dairy list of protein sources, but that hasn’t been as easy as I would like. I’m even eating roasted almonds for a snack at work, even though they make me want to gag. And those are just 7 grams of protein per serving (which means I get even less since I can’t make it through 28 almonds). Bah!
Oh, and I’m seriously going to start the baby belly pics soon. I was going to do it last Sunday, but it slipped away. I guess I’m showing now, so you won’t be just looking at my pre-conception beer belly (that got me accused of being pregnant on several occasions in the last two years–something else I just need to get over, already).
As an aside: is everyone else just loving this fallish weather we’ve been having? We’ve been sleeping with the windows open, and I’m fantasizing about Halloween (any ideas on costumes for a preggo?) and Thanksgiving. Hello candy and turkey!