Well, it's that fun time in the pregnancy where the first trimester pregnancy symptoms are really hammering in that yes, I am pregnant. My least favorite symptoms are matching pretty much exactly what made my last pregnancy slightly miserable - trouble sleeping, feeling constantly hungry, morning (all day) sickness, sore breasts, mood swings, and my absolute favorite... acne.
The pregnancy symptom that I actually do enjoy is, however, extremely vivid dreams. For some reason the theme of the dreams I can remember for the last two nights is mythical (as in as far as I can tell my brain made them up), yet dangerous creatures befriending me; however, I'm still afraid of them despite their obvious friendliness towards me. Maybe that's kind of an allegory for pregnancy - pregnancy, especially as one gets older (me, I'm the one getting older) comes with a certain level of danger. Pregnancy is beautiful, and in the end you get something wonderful from it; however, there are many worries and bumps along the way that cannot be ignored. Ok, so I doubt that my dreams are actually that insightful. I think I just fashion myself an adventurer in my slumber moments. But I'm rattling off these thoughts as they enter into my head, and it made sense as I typed everything out.
The anxiety about the mythical animals or potentially unknown danger (okay, at least one of them was definitely Pokemon inspired - it was like a Mantine mixed with a puppy) is certainly a reflection of my general pregnancy anxiety. Today is is the first day of my eighth week of pregnancy, and today also happens to be our first ultrasound. Today we will find out if the baby is where they should be, growing on track, and has a heartbeat. I would be remiss if I didn't acknowledge that I am anxious about what today means for my family. So I write it all out, and save yet another post to my "pending folder" until we finally reveal to our friends and family that yes, there is indeed a youngling growing in my uterus.
Anywho, for all the things that so far have been nearly exactly like my first pregnancy, there are a couple of subtle (haha, not subtle at all) differences. For one, at eight weeks pregnant, I look to be the same size I was at 16 weeks pregnant the last time (and I showed pretty early the last time too). It's becoming increasingly difficult to hide the fact that I am obviously pregnant between the bump forming under my clothes, and my constant burping from my stomach threatening to lurch every five minutes or so. I also look so tired... because I am so fracking tired! I've never been a good napper, not even during my pregnancy, but I have had no such issues this time around. Thank goodness my toddler is still napping because I certainly need that time in the afternoons on the weekends. My weekday work week, however, is still sadly nap free (despite my deep desire to nap every afternoon).
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