So here we are in the second trimester

Well, it's true what they say. The second trimester is much less painful than the first. Exeunt morning sickness, crippling exhaustion and drooling. Welcome a nice rounded belly (people start to notice and make a fuss), no-guilt mega bingeing (perhaps linked to the former) and lots of energy. Of course there are days that are better than others, sometimes the sciatica plays up a bit, or nights cramps appear, and the constant need to pee hasn't really faded, but this is more than made up for by the fact that baby is now kicking a lot, floating around and reacting to food or state of relaxation. It's a simple negative correlation: the more relaxed I am, the more baby is awake and manifesting itself.

More recently (I'm getting to the end of the second term),  a few new uncomfortable symptoms have emerged, mostly linked with a huge gut (huuuge, I mean it). Bending over is impossible, sitting up is challenging, getting up is a painful, picking anything up is uncomfortable, getting wellies off a physical nightmare that ended with me marooned on the floor, on my back, with a trapped nerve. Walking slowly, going very easy up and down stairs... hello I feel 85 years old.

I will pass on the fact that no matter how big the clothes that some friends have given me are, everything is too small. Or are leggings. As it gets colder, one just has to wrap up in more and more layers. Thankfully i finish work in a week and can just start rolling around in jogging bottoms and huge t-shirts, like the awful people you read about in "take a break".

Maybe the newest symptom, which has only developed recently is being shit-terrified. Now that the baby is live and kicking and present and, let's face it, pretty much alive even if it pops out tomorrow, I'm beginning to realise that this is all very nice but fuck, I'm going to be a mother! there is so much to think about, from where we're going to stock all the baby's stuff (we live in a two room 30 sq. metre flat! and babies seem to need more clothes than I do), how we're going to handle those first sleepless, stressful, chaotic weeks, when we're going to buy all the stuff and what the hell i'm going to drink over the Xmas period.

We're also a few weks before the ante-natal classes, and as a result I have had the reality check before the father has which can be kind of frustrating. For example he thought we could get the furniture and so on about a month before delivery (Ikea 8,5 months pregnant anyone?). I don't think he realises how much there is to do and the kind of organisation that's going to be required! Apparently this is the norm for guys who basically get a reality check when the sprog pops out. Not much good for clearing out cupboards and so on beforehand though!

anyway, this latest symptom, which includes feeling a little bitter, cynical, weepy and pissed off is clearly not the nicest of the second term. Still ten more days to go and we'll be in the third... and last before arrival.