Today I’m going to take you through my pregnancy and all the changes my belly went through. I found out I was pregnant 6 weeks into my pregnancy. When they calculate how far along you are, they measure it from the first day of your last menstrual cycle. So it sounds like a lot (6 weeks that is) but it really isn’t.
I was 130 pounds at the beginning of my journey. I wasn’t feeling sick at first, and I had heard of so many women who went through a lot the first trimester, so I was hoping I wouldn’t be one of them. I was scheduled to go to a marketing conference in London a week later, and I couldn’t get out of it. Not that I wanted to, I love London, but I was more afraid of what would happen if all of a sudden I started feeling sick.
My husband (boyfriend at the time) was also attending the same conference, and my dad who lives in Albania was coming to join us for a day. We had just shared the news with him and he was so happy that he wanted to congratulate us in person. I was so looking forward to it.
So we get to London, and we had an amazing dinner. My dad and J started this “who can drink the most and not pass out” drinking competition. 4 bottles of wine later, they were both standing, to my surprise, but you could just tell their brain was shut off. I ended up having to get the two of them back to the hotel. I was just glad I wasn’t sick.
That is till the next morning. I remember walking down to the lobby to have breakfast with my dad, and the scent they were burning there had me gag. It was perfectly fine the day before, but somehow that morning it just got to me. We had made plans to shop around town, but we ended up canceling everything. There was no way I was going to do it. Even a shoe crazy person like me.
And so began my morning sickness, which in reality is completely mislabeled in my opinion. I had all day sickness; from the minute I woke up to the second I finally fell asleep. The first 16 weeks of my pregnancy were so hard. I could barely eat, I couldn’t move from the couch, and I lost a total of 7 pounds within 3 weeks. I was getting stressed out. I knew I wasn’t supposed to lose weight. I was also supposed to take the prenatal pills which didn’t help at all with my nausea. At one point I remember looking at J and saying “you did this to me!”. I felt so lost.
On one hand I was so thankful that I was gifted such a miracle, cuz it truly is a miracle, and on the other I was so sick that I felt guilty of feeling bad and not enjoying my pregnancy as I had always dreamed of. I read and read and read and most books said that it was a good sign that I was experiencing such symptoms. It meant my child was most likely healthy. That gave me some peace. But I also knew that that’s not a guarantee either. Anything could go wrong. I thought about my lack of appetite and whether or not I was taking in all the nutrients I needed. So much going on in my head.
So if you are reading this and you are going through something similar, try your best to calm down. Stress is the worst thing for your baby right now. If you can manage to keep it under control and not worry too much, you will be ok. You cannot control what is meant to be or what is coming. I had to finally understand that I cannot live every day of the first trimester worrying about my child’s heartbeat. There’s nothing you can do to affect it. It will do what it’s meant to do. So if you have no control over it, then let it be. And worry about the things you can do.
So I started forcing myself to eat. Anything. I forced myself to get out and talk to those around me. And every day felt like eternity. People often told me that it would soon end (morning sickness) because it usually ends around the 12th week for most women. For me it wasn’t until the 16th week.
I was in Albania visiting family. My hubby and I took the kiddos there since they had never been. They got to meet everyone and they loved it! In times like these, being around family and loved ones is the best you can do. So I started feeling much better when I was there. My last time throwing up was in the car on the way to Mountain Dajti. But after that, no more 🙂 I know this has little to do with my belly growth, but I figured I’ll give you a bit of my own experience in case you are going through the same. Hang in there. It does get better. And when it does, you will look back and feel bad that you didn’t enjoy it so much.
I used to tell everyone “this is the only child i’m having. There’s no way I’m going through this again” but as soon as I got past that stage, I knew I would do it again, in a heartbeat. Especially when you see your child for the first time….NOTHING else matters. I would do it again, all over again. I would do it even if it meant i was sick the entire 9 months (10 to be exact). It’s THAT worth it. Ok…now here’s some pictures of my belly from random periods of my pregnancy: