When I was pregnant I decided to try and keep a weekly journal. It wasn’t the easiest thing and I wasn’t entirely religious about it. In this post, I’ll be sharing my second trimester experience. You can read about my first trimester here.
By the time my second trimester rolled in, I was already starting to get curious. My belly had started to swell and in some ways, looking pregnant made me even more curious about what was happening inside me. Parts of me had made peace with my new reality so I was beginning to adjust accordingly.
Thankfully the morning sickness was also starting to wane and I was no longer as sick as I was in the past months.
Pregnancy wise, my second trimester wasn’t as eventful as my first. (If you read my previous post then you know how much of a relief that was) My body was finally starting to get the memo and I was thoroughly enjoying the the pregnancy glow.
Week 16: I woke up in the middle of the night to pee and was having trouble going back to sleep. Couldn’t get into a comfortable position. While tossing and turning, trying to get into a comfortable position I ended up on my back with my left hand on my belly(bellow the rib cage but above the belly button) I lay still and silently willed sleep to come and carry me. Then I felt it. A gentle poke from inside me directly on the spot were my hand lay.
My mind was immediately flooded with all the scary movies I had seen with things growing and crawling inside peoples body.
I panicked like “OMG what just happened??” Then I remembered that literally someone was growing and apparently stretching around inside me. I relaxed and got super excited. The reality of what happened washed over me and left me stunned. Going back to sleep became a lot more difficult as adrenaline was already coursing through me.
Week 22: No position is comfortable. I just wanna be able to stretch and twist my lower back. Is that too much to ask?
Today my appetite was on steroids. Is this the pregnancy appetite? I don’t want it abeg. Bread and Akara with fried eggs, then bole and fish, then garden eggs, then bananas and finally indomie and boiled eggs.
Also, who stole my nighttime sleep?
Week 24: My belly is constantly itching now. My mum says not to scratch it cause it’ll cause me plenty stretch marks. I dunno if that’s an actual thing or superstition but I dunno how much longer I can go without constantly scratching.
I’m terrified of having stretch marks on my belly. My mum didn’t get a lot of stretch marks but I have come to the realization that this pregnancy experience will be nothing like any of hers so I don’t know again.
I’ve been applying shear butter night and day as much as I can remember to since my belly started to swell around week 15 but will it work? Time will tell.
Week 25: I’m knocking on third trimester’s door and it’s both petrifying and exciting. I’m really ready to be over with this pregnancy life but I don’t wanna get to anxious cause I still have 3 long tortuous months to go.
Plus I’m terrified of the birthing experience .
My belly is smaller than I thought it’d be and I don’t know, I guess that’s a good thing cause I’m really looking forward to having my body back in no time.
I have also set a daily kegel reminder, shit is getting realer by the minute and I actually have to prepare.
Week 26: I think I had my first baby stepping on bladder moment in the middle of the night and I didn’t wet myself so I guess this means my kegel squeezes are paying off. Or maybe I just imagined the whole thing. I don’t know.
I’m now super obsessed with stretch marks. Currently on my second tub of shear butter and I now sometimes top it up with olive oil. I wake up everyday wondering if today will be the day I sprout stretch marks. I think the ones on my butt have reduced or stopped coming out so is that a sign that the shear butter is working or is the stretch mark god just rolling her eyes somewhere at me?
Its really driving me crazy, I feel like if it coming out it should come out already abeg let me rest ahn ahn what’s all this?
I’m still not experiencing any dramatic cravings like I read about and I’m thankful. I started eating cashews thanks to my older sister and that’s about the most insane thing that has happened cause I’d never eat cashews before I was pregnant. Sometimes I want plantain chips too.
But asides that, I haven’t woken up in the middle of the night to crave my neighbors jollof rice or decided to sit beside a gutter cause I like the smell and all that funny stuff I read about. Hopefully it never comes to that.
I threw up once this week. I was shook, terrified and afraid. Is this me returning to the first trimester life?God abeg.
Week 27: Randomly started craving pepperoni pizza. Went to buy, they didn’t have the one I wanted and I actually almost started crying.
I get that it was hormones making me cry but like why won’t they have it? Do they know how much it’s hungrying me? I really just want to eat the bloody pizza.
By the end of my second trimester I was fed up. Third trimester symptoms were starting to creep in. I was tired all the time, irritable and constantly needing to pee. It felt like I had lost control of my body. I was ready to get the show on the road. But I couldn’t so I tried to pacify myself “well you’ve already come this far, it can possibly get any worse”
Boy was I wrong….