What trimester is this?

Okay, so today I am officially 17 weeks preggers! Kudos to Chad for making it this long. We’ll see if his sanity and patience can make it another 23 weeks or so. If he hears the questions, “Am I showing yet?” or “Do you like my porn boobs?” one more time he’s likely to jump off a bridge. By the way, the answers are respectively, “Yes, but not too much.” and “Why is that a question?”

So, yes, 17 weeks and counting. Decently into my second trimester…the supposed “honeymoon trimester.” I feel lied to. I am still tired all the time. One of my co-workers said when she hit her second trimester she “could have run a marathon.” Liar! I can barely do 30 minutes on the treadmill.

And please don’t ask me about my work promptness. It no longer exists. I went from hitting the snooze button twice to hitting it about 5 times each morning. I live about 40 minutes from work and am supposed to be there at 8am. Chad will call at 7:45…“how’s the drive?” “I don’t know…I’m curling my hair.” “Slacker!” he proclaims.

Sometimes this is my typical work day…come home, sleep for about 30 minutes, make dinner, watch TV, fall asleep, wake up about 8:30, go to bed. Then there are the weekends. Holy cow…the weekends. Sleep until 10:30, in bed by 10:00, nap from 2:00 to 5:00. When my parents were here for New Year’s they were quite amazed by my ability to sleep despite just waking up. My dad actually said, “God, you’re getting lazy.”

I’m not lazy, I’m growing a person. Well, maybe I am a little lazy. It’s my second trimester! Where the hell is this sudden rush of energy I am supposed to be feeling?

So, yeah, the tiredness is hard. But what really left me asking, “what trimester is this?” came this morning. I threw up. Yup. I puked. Not once, but 4 times. 4 times. Am I having lag pregnancy symptoms? I never threw up before and was damn proud of it. Then this morning rolls around and it’s puke city. I had just got done taking my pre-natal vitamin and it’s red. So I’m puking up vitamins…red vitamins, but I think its blood. Holy cow…I’m bleeding internally, what’s wrong with me. Do I need to call 911? Never mind, just a pre-natal vitamin. Crises adverted.

So I get to work late, tired, starving and with a stomach ache. Oh well, after all this complaining I can honestly say Baby Cayden is so worth it!