Hi, I'm Hannah — and I'm currently 24 weeks pregnant with my first baby. Now that things are starting to rapidly feel more and more real, I wanted to write a little bit about my experience so far.
Pregnancy is a wild ride, full of twists and turns and hormones and joy and confusion. And as a first time mom-to-be, I've found myself wanting more personal information than what the usual "mommy blog" content provides.
But first, I just want to say that I know pregnancy and trying to conceive can be really difficult subjects for some people. I'm writing about my own experience in the hopes that it helps other women and sheds some light on a really personal subject. That being said, I understand these topics can be triggering and not helpful for you. 💕
So, here are a bunch of things that have surprised, delighted, scared, and confused me about pregnancy so far.
1. The first trimester is really, really tough.
2. But it has forced me find new ways to cope with anxiety and stress.
3. And at times, I felt really lonely.
4. But physically, it was way better than expected...
5. ...Except for the fatigue, which was extremely real.
6. But I really did get an energy boost in the second trimester.
7. The constipation is not fun. 😐
8. I've actually loved watching my body change.
9. But the boobs...not so much.
10. I've learned to stay far away from Google.
11. Contrary to everything Instagram Reels taught me to believe, I'm pretty sure my dog has no idea I'm pregnant.
12. And that pregnancy "glow"... yeah, not for me.
13. The hunger is no joke.
14. But I haven't experienced "weird" pregnancy cravings.
15. A lot of the time, I don't really "feel" pregnant.
16. And I didn't really "look" pregnant for a while.
17. I've had to do a lot of my own research.
18. Feeling movement and little kicks has been one of the coolest experiences.
19. I experienced some really strange pregnancy symptoms that I never expected.
20. I miss alcohol way less than I thought I would.
21. Other people have a lot of opinions.
22. I still don't feel "ready"...whatever that even means.
Growing up, I thought deciding to have a baby would go something like this: I'd wake up one day feeling like an established, secure adult, and my partner and I would decide that we're ready to give up all the joys of youth to be responsible parents. That certainly hasn't happened!
While I feel sort of ready in the vague sense that I know I want to be a mom, I am already dreading certain things about parenthood, such as knowing I'll soon have to give up some of the spontaneity that makes life so fun. At the same time, there are lots of things I'm so excited for in this new chapter.
I'm 30 years old (an age I also wasn't ready for). I'm certainly an adult, but I still feel like a child a lot of the time. I call my mom when I have a question about how to get an oil stain out of a blouse or at what temperature to roast a chicken. I don't think that's going to change any time soon.
I know that on the day that this baby decides to make this entrance into the world, I will immediately become a parent, and I'm sure on that day I'll be "ready." But at the same time, I don't think I'll suddenly cross a line where I must leave my old life behind and become someone entirely new. But then again, I'll keep you posted.