I will be honest. The first trimester was hard, but not in the way I was expecting. I wasn’t throwing up, I didn’t have unnatural cravings, and for all the times I got up in the middle of the night to pee, I still got plenty of sleep. But, there were trials. For one, I teach 45 minutes away. I was exhausted all day every day from the end of October to about Christmas break. Coming home at dinner time to a messy home (because I don’t have a lot of time to clean it) and lesson planning and family time, was extraordinarily hard. I had quite a few breakdowns. I felt sad, stressed, unmotivated, pathetic. I really, truly did. I was ecstatically excited that I was going to be a mom–one of my biggest dreams. But, I was mentally at my worst. I didn’t realize pregnancy could affect your self-mentality that much. I knew I’d be emotional, but I figured it’d be like a period. I knew there was such thing as postpartum depression, but I honestly feel like I had “pre-partum” depression. I was worn. And, I started to get nervous about being a full-time commuting teacher further on in the pregnancy.
– I constantly feel full, but hungry at the same time. I still can’t eat a lot at once, but I do eat more often.
– Snot like no tomorrow! I had the flu before Christmas Break, then a cold coming back, and I’ve just been stuffy since then. But, I’ve learned that being congested is part of the 2nd trimester.
– Pepsi. Now, I can have it…but I’m trying to stay away from caffeine during the pregnancy. I may end up caving and trying to see if a caffeine-free Pepsi will do anything for me.
My pants are feeling a little tight. Now, to some, this wouldn’t be an exciting thing. But, for someone who has always had to wear a belt or pin up her pants, it is a little exciting. It’s proof that there really is a baby in there!
I felt the baby move earlier this week! A little rumble in my tummy and no noise…and it was more pinpointed than a stomach growling. Yaaay! It made me so excited!
I am also so excited that some of my friends are pregnant as well! One of my best friends ever is having a baby boy in April. A good friend from my church is pregnant for the 2nd time (she gave birth in like April or May) and she is due a week after me. My good teaching blogger friend, Brooke at Silver Lining, is due about a week before me! Another good blogger friend, after struggling with infertility, Jess from A Heart Full of Frost, is due in July as well. And….now my teaching blogger inspiration and idol, Bonnie from Life of Bon, has announced that she is also due in July! YAAAY! I can’t wait for July! We bloggers are gonna have so much fun!
Brooke, Jess, Bonnie, here is an idea…let’s make a July 2014 Baby club!
First Trimester Side Effects
– only threw up once (the morning after stuffing my face at Sizzler)
– nausea throughout the day most days (which sucks during school hours). But, we found that sniffing lemons and ginger really helps with the nausea.
– even more exhaustion than normal–like constant, perpetual exhaustion
– a feeling of “off-ness”
– constipation, but Mini-Wheats helps a lot.
First Trimester Food Cravings
– Potstickers. I actually had this craving about the time of conception and for the entire first month (when I didn’t realize I was pregnant). As soon as we took a test and got a positive result, Justin immediately went out (late at night) to get some potstickers because it was an official craving.
– Corn Flakes
First Trimester Food Aversions or Food That Do Weird Stuff to Me
– not craving a lot of chocolate (and I’m a chocoholic)
I am very thankful that the first trimester is over. I’ve heard and read numerous places that the second trimester is sort of a “break”–you get your appetite and energy back and the nausea starts to disappear.
So, here’s hoping!
(This is not the only thing I want to focus on as a mother, but it is what came to my mind today.)
When I first got my driver’s license at age 16, my mom handed me the keys to the car and told me to go out and search for a job. I did and I have been working ever since. My dad has always had at least one job. He taught me the determination of “pounding the pavement” until I got the best job I could. I want to continue these teachings to my children. Because of my parent’s philosophy of working hard, I felt I could be independent, and I was. I graduated college without any debt, went on a study abroad to Great Britain, maintained a 3.8 GPA and juggled 3 jobs. All my siblings right now have a job, including my 13 year old sister who babysits. If my children can understand the importance of working and being able to rely on yourself and depend on yourself, making you independent, they will grow up that much more mature.
I want my children to grow up with the peaceful feeling of a nice, clean, organized home. Their home should be their safe spot, their refuge. I have started a series on femiology.com called “A House of Order” to help relay my ideas and knowledge of organization. But, I wouldn’t have this knowledge if my parents hadn’t taught it to me. Before kids get jobs, they need to already know how to do hard work. I learned to clean and help with chores at an early age. Of course, they were age appropriate. I didn’t start scrubbing bathrooms until I was almost in middle school. But, I learned why it is important to keep a clean house and I want to help my children understand they can be more relaxed and less stressed if their rooms are clean and the dishes are done. Then, I won’t have to worry about how they will do on their own. As a freshman in college, I had numerous roommates ask me how to do dishes or a load of laundry or how to scrub the toilet! I want my kids to know and prepared.
As a teacher who will eventually be a mom, I want my children to know that their parents only expect them to do the best they can. If that is straight A’s, wonderful. If it is C-s and D+s and they gave it the best effort they could exert, , than what more can we ask of them? I was a straight A student in grade school, but I remember in 9th grade with my first AP course, I got a D on one of my report cards (in history, no less!). I was so scared of what my parents would think and say and thus, how they would punish me. But, when my mom saw, she said, “It is ok, hon. Everyone is bound to have a bad term.” She knew how much effort I had put into the class and she wasn’t disappointed. She felt bad because how I felt, but that was all. I want to teach my children I won’t be disappointed in them if they try their best.
I want to instill the concept that Charity is the true love of Christ. To be truly Christian, we must love and serve our brothers and sisters and neighbors. I want to somewhere, have these scriptures showing in our home: