It’s hard to know how wonderful or awful any part of my pregnancy was when I was in the thick of it. Now that it's almost 10 years later, though, I have some perspective on the journey and as sick as I felt during my first trimester, and as uncomfortable I was in my third trimester, I consider the second trimester the worst, all things considered. After talking to other moms, I know that all pregnancies are unique, and I realize how lucky I was to experience fairly routine pregnancies without any medical issues. Both my children were born completely healthy so whatever I endured in that second trimester must have been worth it.
Unless I really think about it. And guys, I am a thinker.
Fellow moms have shared with me that they felt especially terrific in their second trimester, and I say good for them. While I wasn’t feeling nauseous after 14 weeks, there were new aspects of the second trimester that had me almost pining for the earlier stage of my pregnancy. You know, back when I could still fit into my fancy bras. That may seem like an insignificant grievance, but when you’re growing a person inside you and you are consumed with thoughts that solely have to do with that other person, you cling to the tiny details of your pre-baby life as reminders of your original identity before motherhood.
Since I was saving the best for last (the baby at the end of these nine months), the worst came in the middle for me, with the nightmare that was the second trimester: