I was going to eat the Trim Healthy Mama way. (Essentially, no fat with carbs and always protein).
I was going to look cute. Every single day. Do my hair. Do my make-up. Wear something nice. Every. Single. Day.
I was going to savor every little moment of pregnancy.
I don't know how many days I went before reality set in. Maybe I even went weeks. My first trimester wasn't too exhausting. I didn't gain very much weight, though my belly popped unexpectedly soon. I was tan because it was summer. I had been running and lifting weights, so my body felt strong and ready for this.
But I was ravenous, as I always am in the first trimester. But then I'd eat and feel nauseous. Everything I thought I wanted to eat, after I ate it... I never wanted to see it again. I still feel that way about the Mexican place we ate. At the time, it was great. Now? Never again.
|First trimester craving for Mexican food. Oh those chile relanos were delish... But how can I ever go back without flashbacks of early pregnancy nausea?|
I wasn't exhausted, but I was tired by noon. And it hasn't let up, even now that I'm in my third trimester.
I'll be honest. I've got varicose veins. First time ever. I've got melasma (the mask of pregnancy)- dark circles under my eyes due to hormones. I look exhausted and pale, even after applying foundation and bronzer. My digestive system is whack. Nuff said on that.
The truth is, there is no season quite like pregnancy to lose control. My meaning is two-fold. You'll have no choice, no control over so many things. So you might as well give up control. Lose it. Let it go.
I would never choose the things that are ailing me and disfiguring me. I certainly wouldn't choose the placenta previa, the low amniotic fluid, the blood pressure that's higher than normal. I wouldn't choose the c-section.
Even though I've made many wise choices this pregnancy regarding supplements I take, medications I don't take, foods I'm eating for nutritional quality, and getting enough rest, none of it has prevented the unwanted from happening. To a very large degree, I am out of control.
And I have to make peace with that.
Having a "high risk" pregnancy is teaching me a lot. I have moments of guilt that come out of nowhere- Did I do something that caused this? Thankfully, I don't dwell on this as I know there isn't, but it makes me think of all the other women out there who have less-than-adorable pregnancies, or complicated pregnancies, that also feel the guilt.
The guilt of gaining "too much" weight.
Of getting gestational diabetes or preeclampsia.
The guilt of a possible birth "defect" that was detected via sonogram.
Guilt for the exhaustion. For wanting to just stay home in stretchy pants.
Or guilt for needing to get OUT, even if it is in stretchy pants.
Guilt for the roller coaster of emotions you take everyone in your home on.
I look at pictures of myself, even from those first weeks of pregnancy, and I think "I was so cute! I was so in shape! Now look at me!" I feel giant. Inflated. I've never been a skinny minnie, but compared to how big I feel now, I looked like a size 2 just a few short months ago!
But I can't live there. I can't dwell on that. I've had three babies previously and I know... that body can come back. Kinda. Sorta.
I hear tell that the nasty blue veins will diminish after the baby arrives.
I don't do bikinis, so a Cesarean scar is no big deal. I hope. Right?
I want to tell all the pregnant girls, Chill! Let it go! Don't let yourself go, but don't try to control. Stuff is going to happen that you don't like. Accept it. Make peace. Focus on your health and baby's.
|My very dear friend and I, due just a week apart! We have been friends for over eleven years! I joke that we are Elizabeth and Sarah from the Bible, two old ladies having babies. I'd say we look a little tired, but we do have a certain glow as well.|
Give in to that craving and for goodness sake, stop mentally calculating every calorie!
Moving, getting out, putting on some make up really will help you feel better. But it only goes so far.
Embrace the growing belly and the stretchy pants that so comfortably enfold it!
Dream of how much better you'll feel postpartum, but enjoy this glorious process of creating life. The hiccups (my babe's got em right now!). The kicks. The hard spot you can nudge and that responds by moving.
It is such a short, short season. And I'll be you look a lot cuter than you think or feel.