Lesbians Get Pregnant: Part Two

Lesbians Get Pregnant: Part Two

For real this time… I am well into my second trimester, and so far everything seems to be going smoothly.

Source: cowgirlmagazine.com

Included in this installment:

Life in the First Trimester: my experiences, the first ultrasound video, symptoms, a funny story about my super-human olfactory sense, a video clip referencing my emotional state (you may recognize it).

Life in the Second Trimester: more things I have experienced thus far, second ultrasound photo, and a bathroom belly selfie.

The Good, the Bad, and the Ugly: grateful moments, and a list of pet peeves that I’m pretty sure most pregnant women deal with regularly.

On a Lighter Note: a video of a really cool trick my cousin showed me. I can’t stop doing it now.

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The science experiment commenced March 10th, 2017.

Before it was even showing on an at-home pregnancy test, Lue knew I was pregnant. She had the thermostat in the trailer set to 26°C, I was sitting in the recliner over the furnace vent, with double layers of clothing, wrapped in a fuzzy blanket, shivering cold. I was FREEZING! Goosebumps and all.

Also, I needed to eat a pepperoni cheese dog from Orange Julius.

From Orange Julius

Both of these things happened the first time.

By the time the at home test read “positive”, I was scheduled to have a blood test done to confirm that day, anyway.

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Life in the First Trimester

I cried when I saw those little feet kick. Pure undiluted joy.

Morning Sickness: Yup,  I experienced that. I never actually threw up, thank goodness, but I was close a couple of times. Lue would come into the trailer and all she could see were my legs strewn across the hallway, sticking out the bathroom. I had fallen asleep in front of the toilet. Also anything greasy or sweet would put me over the edge in discomfort.

Nobody told me that this feeling could last ALL DAY LONG! Most days all I could do was lay on the sofa and moan myself to sleep.

Exhaustion/Fatigue: All I wanted to do all day and night was sleep. Everything was an exertion that required a nap afterwards. I was so grateful that, at this point, I hadn’t been called back to work yet.

Motivation to do anything I love to do had gone out the window. I wasn’t reading any of the blogs I usually love to follow. I hadn’t written anything in notebooks or otherwise (the mindless scrolling through Facebook was the extent of it). Drawing anything took WAY too much effort. Exercising – nope. Dancing – not a chance.

Flatulence: Sometimes I had to, straight up, go outside. Otherwise the stench, I swear could peel the wallpaper off the walls. And it lingered. It coated the back of your throat. It was rancid. That, too, was another dead ringer that I was pregnant before I knew I was pregnant.

Heightened Sense of Smell: This part must be a cruel joke. It not only heightens the effects of the aforementioned morning sickness, but in combination with the stench of death… Why?! It must be mother nature’s sick sense of humor.

One day, Lucien and I decided that we would go to Boston Pizza for a dinner date. We enjoyed our meals, I asked to look at the dessert menu, and Lue got a pop refill.

Then the hostess sat a fellow in the booth right behind Lue. It looked like he had just gotten off work, still in his safety vest, covered in dirt. I covered my nose and said to Lue,

“I’m sorry love, we have to go. Now.”

Without a hesitation, she replied “Ok”, collected her things, and headed for the door. She went to get the truck started and warmed up for me and I headed to the front to pay for the bill.

When we were back in the truck, I explained to her that the guy they sat behind her had such terrible body odor, I HAD to leave. Of course she started laughing. She couldn’t smell anything, but took my word for it.

It was awful!

Breast Tenderness and Swelling: (T.M.I. ALERT) Oh My God! I had to start wearing a sports bra to bed because the slightest bit of movement was so painful. They swelled up so bad I couldn’t wear any of my own bras, I had to steal a couple of Lue’s.

In relation to size, I was between an A and a B cup. Lue is a D.

A tip that Feona had mentioned to me before about sore nipple from breastfeeding was, take a bit of a cabbage leaf from the fridge and put it on your breast. Holy crow this was a lifesaver. There was one day that I felt like my nipple were on fire!

Cravings: In the beginning, before morning sickness kicked it, I wanted churros. For every meal. And Vietnamese food. Mmmmmm phó. What I didn’t know, what came along with cravings, was food aversions.

Aversions: My one vice, since I quit smoking over two years ago, is coffee. I love coffee. I love the smell, the warmth, the taste, the tingle, the boost, everything. I love a good cup of coffee. And I had recently started really enjoying it black.

That changed.

About four weeks in, the thought of having it pass over my tongue was off-putting, to say the least. Which was very disheartening. I couldn’t even drink tea. The most I could stomach for a warm drink was hot water with a bit of lemon.

Also, no seafood. Having grown up on the East coast, the daughter of a fisherman, this was kind of a big deal.

Emotions: These came a bit later. But when they did… poor Lue… One day, Lue came home after work and I was irate about absolutely everything. Then when she asked me why I was being so psycho (not in so many words), I broke down and cried uncontrollably like a crazy person.

Remember that NicoDerm commercial where the flight attendant is trying to quit smoking?

Yup. That was pretty much the state I was in.

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Life in the Second Trimester

Ultrasound at 19 weeks, 4 days

Blissful. I am loving every moment. The growing bump, the little kicks that are becoming stronger and more frequent, even when a little foot (I’m assuming) goes down into my hip and I have to wait a bit before I can stand from a sitting position. Not to mention, the lower back pain.

Every experience is amazing. Lue and I have waited so long for this, realizing that if we wait for the perfect time, we would be waiting forever. Plus, I’m not getting any younger.

Bathroom self at 21 weeks, 5 days.

I don’t want to find out the sex of our baby. I equate the anticipation to Christmas. One time, I looked, and found, my gifts. It ruined Christmas. I never did it again.

I still haven’t experienced any unusual or extreme cravings. The most that I “crave” is barbequed steak with mashed potatoes, and orange juice. Oh yeah, and chocolate ice cream.

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The Good, The Bad, and The Ugly

With all the excitement and anticipation for new life, a new addition to the family, and the hopeful sentiment a new baby brings, there are also some pet peeves that arise.

The Good

New life = new hope.

I am so lucky to have such a wonderfully supportive family. I know that my child will never do without, it will know that it is loved (by MANY), and if I ever need anything, I will never be turned down.

I have the most wonderful partner in the world to share this amazing experience with and I am the luckiest woman in the world to have her as my partner. In case I don’t express it enough…

Lucien, you are my rock, my world, my everything. I can’t imagine starting a family with anyone else but you. I am so grateful for everything that you do, even when you feel overwhelmed. Thank you for being so supportive and loving. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. Without you, I would not be the person I am today. I love you to the moon and back, forever and ever.

The little kicks that I feel getting stronger by the day, fill me with so much happiness I can barely contain it. I am loving being pregnant!

The Bad

Unsolicited advice about absolutely anything and everything: From choosing to keep the baby’s sex a surprise – how will we EVER prepare if we don’t know if it’s a girl or a boy (there are more colours out there than pink and blue, and who cares if a girl wears blue or a boy wears pink?), to circumcision, to co-sleeping, to breastfeeding, to returning back to work, to toilet training, to schooling. Some people seem to find it their duty to express what worked for them, as if it is the ONLY way.

Asking me about baby names then criticizing my choices: Seriously?

Telling me (patronizing) what I will, and will not, be able to handle during labour: If you think telling me that I won’t be able to do something will make me bow and thank you for the warning, you don’t know me at all.

Just sayin’.

Unconsented physical contact: I am not a magnet. I am not a Buddha. Touching my belly will not bring you luck. Placing your hands on one of the most vulnerable places (on any animal’s body), is just uncomfortable. Especially the sacred place where life is growing inside. My body is my temple.

If I were to inexplicably place my hand on any part of your body, it would be no more appropriate. Please just ask first, because I probably won’t say anything to stop you, for fear of seeming rude. Even though that feels so backwards.

The Ugly

I cringe at some of the horror stories that are out there. I don’t want to hear them because honestly, they are not helpful.

At all.

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On a Lighter Note

A neat trick my cousin showed me before I was able to really see or feel the baby kick, from the outside.

The biggest kicks are at 5 seconds and 30 seconds. The rhythmic motions are my breath and heartbeat. The bigger movements are little kicks.

Hope you enjoyed. Stay tuned…

 

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