My second pregnancy is different from the first, so far slightly. For each woman, it goes absolutely differently: someone is suffering from toxicosis, someone is madly sleepy, and someone wants a watermelon in the winter and certainly at 3 am. I want so far strawberries, ice cream and cherries 🙂
But all women, without exception, are united by restless hormonal background. My hormones are sometimes so naughty that sometimes I don’t laugh to myself.
My character is hot-tempered and in the normal period, I take everything close to my heart. Can you imagine what happens to me during pregnancy? Sometimes it seems to me that it’s even fun to blow an elephant out of a fly. This happens absolutely not arbitrarily 🙂
The most interesting thing is that I seem to understand my actions, that they are not quite normal, but I can’t do anything. I sit and think: Why did I do that? Why? However, for the first time I had the same thing. Everything settled down to the second trimester.
Poor husband suffers the most. Decided to drink a beer after work? My communication with him on the phone ends with a huge scandal with throwing pipes and the words You do not love me !. I think all pregnant women are familiar!
It seems that I was abandoned, nobody needs you, that friends are much more important. And so I stand in the kitchen, poor and miserable, cooking dinner. Honestly, sometimes you want to throw it in the trash, but the products pity.
Sentimentality and vulnerability
Now I can cry literally from everything in the world: from a kissing couple on a bench, from a banal melodrama and even from the fact that someone told me nice words.
It’s good that we didn’t have a solemn mural with words about parents and bows. And then I would have flooded the entire path with my tears.
Not only my husband suffers from my interesting position, but also my mother and daughter. I try to hold back as much as I can, but sometimes words just break out with lightning speed. Well, I quickly realize that I am overreaching, and immediately try to correct the situation. I’d rather have this fun period.
I’m still mad at me that I want to sleep all the time, to eat and from the very morning I wake up broken. As if I was unloading the cars or I was moved by a tank.
Most recently, I thought about how good cats are. Their pregnancy lasts two times faster than ours. Eh, I would like so!
I am really waiting for all my hormones to calm down and the body will get used to the new position. I can finally enjoy the growing tummy and enjoy life!