I think every day of my first trimester I googled the phrase "Does it get better after the first trimester?" For me, I'm so thankful that the answer was YES.
Honestly, the first trimester was hell in a handbasket. I was tired, very, very sick, and it was COVID-19. Sam was working from about 1-9pm every day and it was summer break for me, which meant I passed most of late July-late August on my couch watching HGTV Carribean Life and learning too much about TikTok trends (turns out this has paid off: my students and I can now quote TikTok videos to each other). With the pregnancy and impending school year, I fought a lot of anxiety about what that would look like and if it would be safe for me. I was also struggling with pretty extreme isolation between a global pandemic and my husband working most days. I was sick, depressed, and most frustratingly in retrospect, full of guilt. I felt constantly guilty for not eating the "right" foods or exercising AT ALL because even trying to get off the couch could send my nausea over the edge. I look back with so much grace for that person, and hope to carry more of that grace into the rest of my pregnancy. Thankfully, around about week 15 I could mostly function and I had also discovered a miracle food: salted popcorn homemade by my dear husband. By about week 18 I was only nauseous in the mornings. Sam was (and continues to be) incredibly helpful. Making me food, keeping the house together, and some weeks, working well over 60 hours a week between two jobs. He even came home and listened to me explain TikTok trends to him (trust me, hearing someone talk about TikTok trends is way more fun that actually seeing the videos). Here are some brief, unflattering photos that sum up the first trimester:
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I'm guessing I'll have it all figured out by the time I turn 30.
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