I am going to be completely honest and tell you that, as much as I love babies, I really hate being pregnant. There are miserable parts of each stage of pregnancy but, for me, the first trimester is the worst trimester imaginable. I spent the first three months of pregnancy feeling like I was going to die. It seemed like there were so many things that my body was trying to tell me in the first trimester, and none of them were good.
To make matters worse, my body appeared to be totally confused by the first first trimester. It had no idea what was going on and sent me a ton of conflicting and mixed messages. It said, "Eat this weird food," followed by, "No, don't eat that and never eat that ever again," which was subsequently followed by, "You need to eat something right now." Then, of course, there was the follow up message of, "If you eat, I'll hurl." And hurl I did, my friends, and for months at a time. Morning sickness, afternoon sickness, middle of the night sickness, and for my last two pregnancies, hyperemesis gravidarium, landed me in the hospital for IV fluids and medication. It was honestly the worst time of my life.
Then, there was the horrible fatigue, which caused me to nod off at my desk. There was also the equally horrible inability to sleep, you know, in my bed at night when I actually wanted to. Thank goodness for Facebook friends in Australia, not to mention my lovely buddy, Netflix. My body did so many scary, uncomfortable, and weird things during my first trimester that it made me say, "WTAF?" on a daily basis. To add to the fun, just when it figured out what my body was doing, it was time for the second trimester. Here are just a few things I am sure my body was trying to get across: