04/29/2022
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While we’re getting real and honest
can we talk about the first trimester?
Those endless weeks, or months, hugging the toilet seat (or puking into every trash can, Starbucks bathroom sink, bush, and recycling bin in your fair city…)
Can we talk about dragging through a level of exhaustion that feels like quicksand
And unrelenting nausea that makes the term “morning” sickness feel like a cruel joke.
Can we talk about living on nothing but Lemonheads and gas station slushees?
Convinced you’re poisoning your baby with red dye or at least depriving them of vital nutrients but literally being unable to keep anything else down. Like even the sight of your prenatal vitamins bottle sends you into fits of dry heaving over the kitchen sink.
Can we talk about the crippling guilt of letting your toddler live on pop tarts and watch 18,000 hours of Paw Patrol while you’re curled up on the bathroom floor, sobbing into a bath towel with the heartbreaking realization that your current baby soon won’t be your baby anymore and wondering if you’ve ruined his childhood forever. Wondering how your heart will possibly grow to love anyone as much, wondering if you’ll ever feel better, wondering how you’ll ever be enough.
Between the puking and the exhaustion and the hormone roller coaster- feeling a darkness and despair that borders depression- and questioning whether it was all worth it.
In the movies, the first trimester is a cute little chapter of saltine crackers and women blushing their way through nausea- when in reality, it can be the wildest, roughest dive into the deep end of this intense journey of carrying new life forward. If you’re in the depths, living on ginger chews and counting down the days until the second trimester, I promise, this will pass. And you are incredible. And it will be worth it. 💜
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