As I head into the homestretch of this pregnancy, I often reflect back on the different phases and stages that I’ve been through in the last seven months. I’ve shared with you, our readers, the joys of my first trimester and its gift of morning sickness. I’ve also shared with you the unexpected emotional baggage of my prior losses. Now that I am out of my second trimester and well into my third, I’d love to share with you my feelings about the phase that followed those first two blog posts.
Ode to my Second Trimester
Oh, my second trimester, how I miss thee!
Here in my third, all I do is pee.
I was so happy for the nausea to go away,
And I finally had energy to run and play.
I was in such a good mood;
You can even ask my brood.
I ate all the tacos, fudge, and cookies,
And tolerated watching Star Wars and wookies (twice).
I decorated for Christmas and hosted a huge party;
My brain functioned enough to pass once again as a smarty.
I felt glorious little flutters of baby to come,
Not knowing that just around the corner I would wish this pregnancy was done.
Back then, my weight gain was on track,
And with my prenatal yoga, I had no pain in my back.
I knocked out the nursery design in a single fell,
Not knowing in a few weeks everything would swell.
Can I rewind and trade these kicks in the ribs
For finishing my gift registry with cute pink baby bibs?
Today, at 31 weeks, everything I do is slow;
I read about this in books, but how was I to know
Just how big and tired and swollen I would feel?
Third trimester, I know it’s just a part of your deal.
But oh, how I miss you, dear second tri!
I don’t know how those precious weeks already flew by.
I naively under-appreciated you at the time.
Especially since you gave me the gift of not wanting wine.
As I countdown until the day baby is born,
I dream of our days together and am torn.
It is with a romantic wistfulness that I recall
You, second trimester, as my favorite of them all.