Officially in the second trimester – I’ve got my headaches under control thanks to a magnesium supplement, I have to pee at least once every hour and my round ligament pain is sorta starting to cool it. Everyone I’ve talked to / everything I’ve read has said that this is the easy trimester but in my worrisome mind, this is terrifying. Baby K is still too little for me to feel and without too many symptoms, I get worried about if they’re okay. Before my regular appointment this month, I was a total B. I'm lucky to have a husband who understands that my foul mood is directly connected to me anxiously awaiting that second where we hear that little heartbeat and doesn't take my short temper on appointment days personally.
My pregnancy cravings have fallen into place. All I want are salads made with crunchy lettuce, $2 slices of pizza with not too much sauce and not too much cheese and mason jars full of ice water. I’m trying to eat more - I should be gaining – so I keep a large jar of applesauce at my desk and snack on that throughout the work day. I still can’t stomach chocolate (not for lack of trying) or cheeseburgers. This baby is a health nut, I guess.
My birthday was this month, which meant some trips (New York, the Smokey Mountains) and a night out with friends, which got me thinking a lot about my drinking habits.
I know that it’s pretty standard for a pregnant woman to miss wine, margaritas or whatever their favorite drink is but honestly? I really feel like I’m thriving not drinking, and I’ve been starting to think about possibly not drinking once Baby K is here. Not only does it save me a good chunk of money, but it seems like these days – anyone’s down to make a mocktail. My favorite Mexican restaurant has been happy to make me virgin margaritas and when I went up to New York for a day trip, the Instagram trendy brunch restaurant I ate at had no problem turning their most popular cocktail into a mocktail version for my pregnant butt.
I definitely used to use drinking as a way to relax while also gaining some liquid confidence in social settings. These days, I’m so happy with where I am in life (sorry for the cheese factor, but c’mon, give me a break) that I have no issues going to social events and being sober. I mean, I have the best reason for it. I’m happy to be around my friends, happy to sit with them while they’re having drinks. The draw I used to feel towards drinking just isn’t there anymore.
Plus, being pregnant already feels like a mini-hangover most mornings, so I’m really not missing out on the killer hangovers I used to get from drinking like three margaritas in a night.
I’m interested in seeing if this feeling sticks around or changes over the next few months. We will see! Maybe at eight months, all I’ll be able to talk about is how I’m ready for a six pack of Corona. You never know!