Now that I’m fully out of the second trimester and gearing into the third trimester, I have to agree with everyone who says that the second is the best trimester. Other than my belly finally getting bigger, I didn’t feel that pregnant at all. I had a fairly easy first trimester, but even compared to that, the second trimester was a breeze.
It was a strange relief to see my belly getting bigger. The relief part is finally getting out of the “Did she eat too much lunch? Louise got FAT” phase and into the, “Oh, she’s definitely pregnant” phase. The strange part is looking down and seeing a big belly. Most of the time, I forget about it if I don’t see it and will still bump into things on the counter with it. It does seem funny that the belly size seems to explode overnight. I’m constantly amazed that there’s room for all the food I eat, my existing internal organs AND a baby?!
I guess it’s true that people think pregnant women are more approachable because some of my neighbors have finally started to talk to me even though I’ve been living here for two years. Unfortunately, that also means I get some verbal diarrhea from some people like the bum who commented that I was “about to pop” any minute and some TMI stories that people have been telling me.
I have been swimming a lot more this summer just because there’s no way I can even play volleyball with the decreased lung capacity and the fact that everyone would probably be scared to play with a visibly pregnant lady. I would think that swimming would be different because one’s center of gravity change when pregnant would change how a body floats, but it seems pretty normal to me. Maybe I’m just not that good of a swimmer to notice. It is nice going into the cool water when it’s 85F out.
I had wanted to do most of the work in the baby’s room in the second trimester because I heard the third trimester is when the fatigue comes back, but I didn’t get as much work as planned. Will and my dad painted the room and moved the crib and changing table in. That’s about it. Last weekend, Will and I made some curtains out of fabric we got online. I still have a long list of things to do before the baby arrives, but half the time, I’m thinking that as long as there’s somewhere flat for the baby to sleep on, we have diapers, and I have breasts, we’re pretty prepared. Famous last words?
Previously: Pregnancy and inappropriate questions