We are finally through our first trimester, and I heard a rumor that the 2nd trimester is going to be my favorite. I don’t actually remember very much about my first pregnancy. It went by so fast, I didn’t feel “entitled” to enjoy it because I was so young. I spent a lot of time worrying about what people would think of me. My worrying got so bad that I even worried about what my Great Aunt, and Grandmother would think.
This time around, I’m trying to enjoy every single moment of it. The big boobs, my round belly, and even my slightly flattened out belly button. The scale might have to go away though, because I find myself obsessing over gaining “the right” amount of weight. Don’t gain too fast! Don’t gain too slow! ARGH! It’s all kind of maddening. I started out around 142lbs, lost 5lbs initially, but then put that back on, plus 4lbs. In my own weird accounting method I figure I’ve gained 4lbs. If you argue or disagree, you could face having an apple core jammed in your eye socket. 🙂
My workouts have still been going full steam. I haven’t really had to scale anything back yet, but I can sense that it’s coming. I’m definitely more easily winded these days, but nothing else is really feeling awkward yet. The WCCF Oly meet is this weekend, and I’m looking forward to/dreading it all at the same time. I’ll be bumped up to a higher weight class, and inevitably I probably won’t bring home a gold medal for Bill’s baby….which is always disappointing. But hey, how many pregnant ladies do YOU know who are competing in olympic lifting??