Each passing day a weight lifted, a small victory for us! A burst of energy usually happens at this stage and I began planning and preparing, guessing what you would look like, finally I could EAT food and drink/gulp/chug/ water, you moved and swam in my womb which was both creepy and relieving and I looked forward to hearing your heartbeat every month. You were doing fantastically! Initially you looked like E.T and that was fitting as I felt like an alien's host body. Weird but truly exciting.
It’s been a busy few weeks, what with moving house AND figuring out how to get enough sleep to function at work at 5am AND researching natural birth options in Trinidad & Tobago AND trying not to bite the heads off people who are full of well-meaning but utterly useless advice (I won’t be rubbing lard on my belly to avoid stretch-marks, thanks).
Dear Phoenix, November 2014 I was "up south" for a couple weeks helping Aunty Gabby with a large Christmas order. She inveigled me into taking her conception vitamins, something about my body "needing three months of prep," "how nice it would be if cousins grew up together," "that it takes a while so start trying and use this method," her obgyn gave her. Bossy isn't she?!
I’m going to let you in on a little secret that no other baby blog will tell you: being pregnant is not a major deal for an otherwise healthy woman. It isn’t. If you read all the advice carefully, you’ll discover that what’s behind it all is basic common sense.
Thanks to my new doctor, I am no longer a completely nauseated wreck who spends her time thinking: “Am I going to throw up? I don’t want to throw up. I think I’m going to throw up. Yup. Here it comes.” But now I have a new problem.
My pregnant lady bliss lasted one whole week. During that week, I glowed, I had the energy of ten women and I wanted to have sex ALL THE TIME. (Good thing you can’t get double pregnant! Well, unless you’re this lady and even I’m not that unlucky.)
"We're pregnant!" (but only one of us is going to gain dozens of pounds.) [image: americanpregnancy.org]
You know those movies where the woman doesn’t know she’s pregnant until she finds herself throwing up (oh so cutely) in the morning? Or (even more adorable), when her favorite pair of jeans gets a little snug? Cue the pregnancy test scene, backed by pop music, and that poignant moment when she tells her significant other, family and friends.