Like many women, I'm finding my second trimester a lot easier to handle than the first one. Unfortunately this means that I don't have as many amazing stories for you, the reader.
Don't get me wrong; as I get bigger, I get more uncomfortable; but there is really nothing bizarre or unsightly to report (that would be blog- friendly). I suffer the usual symptoms of pregancy so I won't bore you with the nitty gritty details of my uncomfortable digestive habits or the strange colour of my skin.
The best part about the second trimester is the increased energy. At least, that's what everyone keeps saying. Before my pregnancy, I was pretty energetic. I would train and teach and still have the energy to clean the house, cook, do laundry and organize the finances of a Fortune 500 company (just kidding about the last one but I had the juice to do it!) I do have increased energy but the afternoon nap is always welcome in Emma-land.
During the first trimester, I felt okay. Apparently, I had it easier than many women with my minimal puking and enough energy to still teach high impact aerobics. I did puke and I was exhausted but overall, the worst of it was the craving for the Subway veggie sub. Seriously, not too shabby.
My second trimester is okay. I'm starting to show a little. Alex says that I don't show but rather I look like I've let myself go. Nothing could be farther from the truth! I've started training my clients and myslelf harder and now that I like food again, I've been able to eat better. I have more energy but not the same amount I once had. Still okay.
My cravings aren't like the ones we see pregnant women have on TV. I want to eat crunchy-salty things. Pickles, chips, crackers, apples (without salt) and crunchy peanut butter. Sounds normal, eh? Well, I also crave any and all mediterranean food. I want Greek salad, falafel, pickled veggies, and colorful diced veggie salads with cottage cheese. Luckily, all of the above can be done Gluten Free (and meat free).
I would also like to add that my food cravings (up until this point) have not made Alex get up in the night to find the closest 24 hour Falafelria. I can generally hold out. I'm hoping this craving-resistance holds out for Alex's sake.
As for the baby (the real reason I'm doing this), its doing fine (as far as I can tell). This morning I could have sworn I felt it either have hiccups or move around. My sister insists that it's just gas. She's probably right. At 17 weeks some women feel movement while others just have gas. I know gas and this very well could be gas.
Next week I have a doctor's appointment with Dr. Steve and the tell-all ultrasound. We are going to find out the sex of the baby. People are always asking me what I'm hoping for: boy or girl. Honestly, I hope I have a human baby! Not that I've delved into bestiality; but I figure that Rosemary was also hoping for a human baby but ended up with the spawn of Satan. Just sayin, it could happen. And yes, I do believe in everything I see in the movies (especially if it stars Mia Farrow).
To my devout readers, I apologize for the creative detour through my crazy mind but again, nothing exciting to report about Second Trimester. I'll keep you postwith henthe ultrasound reveals that I am indeed bearing the spawn of Satan. (That'll freak Alex out good!)
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