Hello friends! Happy new year and happy Sunday! Is anyone else blown away by the fact that it is 2019? Aside from the holidays breezing buy, 2018 was filled with so many memories and experiences that it is hard to believe we have already started a whole new calendar year. This will indeed be a big year for Jeff and I. Big seems like an understatement…. this will likely be the biggest year for us thus far as we welcome a new life into the world come June. I didn’t know if I would be blogging about pregnancy in 2019 and yet here I am, almost 4 full months pregnant wondering how the first trimester just flew by.
When I wasn’t pregnant, I was absolutely fascinated by pregnancy. My coworkers will probably giggle as they read this because fascinated may not quite explain the deep interest I had in what pregnancy was like, how it felt, and what to expect in terms of changes to a woman’s body. The quote, “God works his mysterious ways” has rung in my head quite a lot these past four months. I remember thinking “this will be our last trip before pregnancy, so I really want to make the most of it” before leaving for Prescott, Arizona in late October. I was readying my mind for what was to come as Jeff and I seriously planned to start the “getting pregnant process” before the holidays with hopes to have good news for ourselves and family by the new year. Little did I know, there was already a little seed planted and growing that my body slowly starting to adjust to.
I’m surprised we didn’t get it sooner as the trip wasn’t exactly smooth to say the least. With my emotions on overdrive, I chalked it up to a few nights of bad sleep on an uncomfortable bed. While my sleep was crappy and my body was overwhelming tired, there was one thing that definitely made me happy that weekend (besides the personal time that Jeff and I got to spend together), and that was pumpkin soup. I remember Jeff and I stopping to pick up lunch on the way home from hiking, and I got pumpkin soup from Wildflower (those of you not familiar, its like Panera but 10x better). This pumpkin soup was everything and more, so much so that they day after we got home I made Jeff drive from our Costco trip back in Phoenix to a nearby Wildflower so I could eat it again. One of the many, many reason I love and adore Jeff so much is he would do pretty much anything to make me happy…. especially when it comes to my food cravings!
We got the exciting news just days before Jeff’s 28th birthday. I will never forget the look on his face the day I told him. Again, one of the many reasons I love him is we are truly on this ride together. We quickly decided to hide this little secret of ours from our family until Thanksgiving when we would all be together. That was one of the longest months of my life. Now, 15 weeks later our family, friends, and coworkers are able to share in our excitement!
Now, what was that first trimester like for me? I am happy to say that in my opinion, I had a fairly uneventful first trimester. I was exhausted and felt as if I could sleep 24 hours a day, but besides that my biggest hurdles were nausea (although no sickness!) and lack of appetite. Bread, cheese, and potatoes were my best friends for about 4 weeks while vegetables took a backseat along with pretty much anything else “healthy” in our refrigerator. I was lucky to get in a few bites of spinach if I mixed it in to something. To all my pregnant peers out there or those planning to get pregnant in the near future, take it from someone who just lived it… don’t beat yourself up about your diet! I’m a dietitian, and I pretty much at 2 food groups for a full month. Of course, my mind felt guilty, sluggish, and worried that I was making all the wrong choices, but time passed and I slowly started to feel better and reintroduce foods that previously made me gag.
In terms of exercise, this was also fairly non-existent from the time I took my pregnancy test until about 8-9 weeks. I attempted to take brief 20-25 minute walks after work a few days a week, but otherwise I was so exhausted that anything more just made me feel worse. Thankfully I had a few friends who had recently gone through pregnancy that reassured me this is normal, just listen to your body. It was hard for me to “let go” and not only give my body up to this little growing being, but allow true time for rest and realize this was all part of the plan.
After our first visit and ultrasound, my mind definitely took a turn for the better. I was so elated to hear that little heartbeat and see that tiny little blob right smack dab in the middle of my uterus on the screen that all the exhaustion and mental arguing with myself was worth it. If you believe in God, or in any type of higher power, I think your faith only strengthens when you realize that a tiny, 2 cm, simplest form of a child can have a heart beat. I am so excited for what is to come!
Thank you so much to those who have been on this journey with us thus far! As time goes on I hope to share more about my experience with pregnancy, especially from my standpoint as a dietitian and true health enthusiast. Although I know everyone is different, hearing experiences of others has only helped me and given me points of reference to help me feel normal throughout this process. I hope I can do the same for someone else! Have a wonderful Sunday everyone!