As you all know now, Baby Holden is due February 2019. Everyones first trimesters are different. I’m so glad that mine has been relatively easy/nice (this isn’t me bragging by the way). But, I thought I’d share my experience so far! As I finish typing this post, I’m now 15 weeks pregnant but some of this I had typed up during my first trimester.
If you read my announcement post, you’ll know that Kayne had his suspicions for a while. Looking back in the lead up to finding out that I’m pregnant, all the tell tale signs were there. My boobs were so sore, I was mega tired, I was hammering Vimto ice lollies and I was feeling nauseous a lot. To be honest, I just put a lot of this down to stress at work because we had a massive event coming up.
After we found out, it all made sense!
The first few weeks as I said, I just felt tired, nauseous, sore boobs and cravings. I hadn’t had any sickness at all so I was feeling a bit of FOMO weirdly enough. All the people I’ve known to be pregnant have said that they experienced morning sickness, whether it just be a couple times or constantly (like my mum) so I thought something was wrong with me. Weird, I know. I tried not to think about it too much and just counted my lucky stars that I wasn’t throwing up at work. So I carried on living in my secret pregnancy bubble dealing with the nausea sensation, the tiredness and sore boobs. It wasn’t until about week 6 or 7 that my first bout of sickness came.
Oh boy, did it make an appearance.
I’m normally quite a sicky person anyway (my record being throwing up 32 times in one day just over a year ago) so it’s not like I’m not used to being sick and I’m still so surprised at how little I’ve been sick in this pregnancy. Anyway, let’s just say that I threw up that hard – I pissed myself. Kayne felt sorry for me but he was also crying with laughter at the fact I covered the bathroom in sick and was sat in my own piss. Glamorous eh? The following day, just before we were about to head out for some lunch – I threw up e-v-e-r-y-w-h-e-r-e again. I can confirm that the baby hates McDonalds – every time I have it I throw it back up. The chips taste like arse now to me. Jelly Bean also isn’t a fan of the KFC Zinger meal – which I also threw up within 15 minutes of eating.
I was calling myself every name under the sun because I thought I jinxed myself. Thankfully that was it sickness wise until week 8. I feel super lucky to say that I’ve only been sick about 15-20 times maximum, I know others get it really bad. They’ve all been when I’m not at work and at the weekend or in the afternoon/evening too which I’m buzzing about. I’ve just been nauseous a lot which I can deal with. It’s not stopped me going about my day to day life. Plus, I’d rather just feel sick than be sick to be honest.
But, weeks 10-12 were probably the worst. Pretty much everything I ate, I wanted to throw back up. I was really craving a chip buttie and within an hour – the chip buttie was in my toilet. Even just walking around at work, I wanted to throw up. Thankfully, I never did.
Cravings wise, I’ve had a new craving nearly every week.
The first five weeks were plain and simple, just my Vimto ice lollies – I must’ve had about 200 minimum. Then it moved onto breaded mushrooms *drools*. Kayne actually went and ordered me breaded mushrooms with garlic mayo at 11.30 on a Sunday night because I was crying. Yes, I needed them that bad. Then, after week 8 – I’ve craved everything and anything from the strawberry sprinkle donuts in Tesco to the fizzy strawberry cables to bananas to KFC Mini Fillet Burgers – literally the full works!
I soon moved onto hammering chip butties, Monster Munch (pickled onion and flaming hot) and pickled onions like no tomorrow. As I type this, my mouth is drooling at the thought. I’ve not had any really weird cravings. My mum, when she was pregnant with me was obsessed with vanilla ice cream, nuts and Skips crisps all in one bowl, yep. I’ve also had a Nando’s on the brain for about a week now so we might have to take a drive to the nearest Nando’s... *hint hint Kayne*. But my current cravings include grapes, lemonade, tomatoes, yorkshire puddings and mash potato & onion gravy.
The tiredness has been annoying but I can deal with it.
My workplace is so busy, I barely get 10 minutes to myself. But, when I’ve had those 10 minutes, you can bet your money that I was falling asleep at my desk. Not the best thing to do in the world. When I’ve been getting in from work, I’ve been falling asleep, I feel like Sleeping Beauty. One time, Kayne got in early from work, found me zonked out on the sofa cradling a box of Oreo’s with the evidence all around my mouth. Do I have any regrets? Nope.
But just in general, this tiredness is something else. It’s the one thing I didn’t prepare myself for. I have seen sooo many people say that the tiredness is bad but I didn’t think it would be this bad. All I seem to do when I have spare time is sleep to be honest. Not that I’m complaining because this gal loves her sleep but it’s a funny one to explain. At least my under eye bags are at an all time minimum, guess that’s a positive.
The boobs. Oh Lord. My poor boobs.
Touching them hurt. Wearing a bra hurt. Not wearing a bra hurt. Laying on my side onto a boob hurt. They were just so sore. The poor things. Thankfully, it’s died down a bit now and I can slap Kayne in the face with them again so the soreness has mostly gone. It’s just my nips that hurt from time to time. But, I swear every other day they get bigger too. Half my bra’s don’t fit me anymore so I’m on the hunt for some good bras. Pre-pregnancy I was a D cup but I spill out of those bras now *sobs* so if any of you babes have any suggestions, please hook a gal up!
I’m an emotional wreck.
Good Lord. I’ve never cried so much. It’s been almost comical. I’ve cried because a cat did a poo when I was in the bath. Cried because I couldn’t find my other sock, cried because Belle did something really cute, cried because Kayne said I looked pretty today (which after I did my ugly cry face – I can confirm I did not look or feel pretty any more). Basically, I’ve cried over everything. My hormones are bloody everywhere and it’s a miracle when I only cry twice a day at the minute. 8 times out of 10 – I’m crying because it’s something nice or happy. I’m just incredibly emotional haha.
The worst has been my public crying. We went to the Disney store and they had soooooo many cute baby bits. I was basically sat on the floor, hugging a Bambi all in one suit (which has little ears on) and crying into it. So, it’s a good job we got it aye? We then saw a ‘My First Passport’ and luggage tag – so I cried and just had to get it. We’re going to Portugal in June with a 3 month baby in tow, so it seemed super fitting to get it. Any advice on taking a 3 month old abroad – hit me up with alllllll the blog posts! <3
All in all, the first trimester has been fairly good to me. I can’t complain really.
I have had it pretty easy, like I said at the start, I know some go through the mills. Fingers crossed this means the rest of my pregnancy will be just as enjoyable? (I hope). I’d love to know what sorta cravings other people have had and their first trimester experiences – let me know in the comments below! If you haven’t yet checked out my pregnancy announcement post, you can check it out here! Twitter – Facebook – Instagram – Pinterest – Bloglovin’
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