First Trimester

I kept quiet during my first trimester because A) I didn’t want to jinx things; and B) I was too tired to write anything most days. But now I’m feeling better and can somewhat remember most of my first trimester, so I thought I should document it in case I decide to have a second child and wanted to relive the memories. (Because, apparently, women forget the experience after having a child. I think it’s the mind’s way of tricking you procreating again.)

Five-Six Weeks
I find out I’m pregnant! OK, not planned, but nonetheless, happy news. We wanted a child, but weren’t being pro-active about it. So it’s a nice surprise. I panic for about 30 minutes about the sushi I ate a few weeks ago and the wine I had (the one time out of the year) I actually feel great — other than the sore breasts, but it’s nothing worse than PMS.

I go to my acupuncturist appointment and reveal the great news. He asks how I’m feeling. “Great!” I say. “I feel like I normally do!”

This pregnancy is going to be a piece of cake. I heard all those horror stories about morning sickness and fatigue. Well, obviously, having taken very good care of my body beforehand helps. And I just KNEW I wasn’t going to be one of those sickly pregnant women I always hear/read about. I KNEW IT. I’m so proud of myself.