My pregnancy with Naomi was blessedly free of first trimester complaints. I kept waiting for the nausea and puking I remembered from my first pregnancy, where I would regularly be dashing to the loo after getting a whiff of something foul (like fake cheese) to throw up green bile and what looked to me like sheets of my own stomach lining. I was sure I would die.
My first trimester was Naomi was all about sleeping off my addiction to what I lovingly call the Slacker Cocktail*. I Quit Everything the weekend I thought I was ovulating, and thank god I only had to try once to get pregnant, because those two weeks of waiting were the most excruciating of my life. Withdrawls are not fun under the best of circumstances. My only defense was to sleep 16 hours a day. For two months. So if I had any first trimester symtoms, I totally missed them.
This is the first time I'm really present to the experience of the first trimester, when I'm not either sleeping or pretending I have food poinsoning followed by an ulcer for months on end. I am dog tired, and nauseous, but not puking yet. I was absolutely cross-eyed with nausea while standing in line at Saladworks the other day, praying for some puking just so I could get some relief. But I vaguely remember puking during pregnancy making the nausea worse, not better.
My body is generally good at being pregnant. I don't show until 18 weeks or later, and when I do, I don't get that big. I wonder how much this has to do with my being 19 and 24 during my pregnancies. I wonder if this one will be harder, now that I'm a ripe old 27.
The first trimester is my least favorite part of pregnancy. The end seems so far away. I am impatient for things to get going. I want the constant feeling of Something In There. Until I feel movement, or at least a heaviness in my pelvis, I feel like I might be imagining the whole thing, and I just don't feel pregnant. The best part of pregnancy for me is from week 28 to 35, when I'm full of baby but not obsessing about labor yet. I'm in another world, a rich and miraculous world.
*Slacker Cocktail: the heady combination of good strong coffee, high tar imported cigarettes, hydroponic weed, and microbrewed beer. Or, on a more realistic day, swilly Wawa coffee, Camel Lights, cheap Mexican flat-packed weed, and Yuengling Lager, the official beer of Philadelphia slackers.