It's been said, in numerous places around the internet and in books, that the second trimester is the "honeymoon phase" of pregnancy. You are not ill from morning sickness anymore, and you are not yet so huge that everything sucks.
IT IS A LIE.
At least I'm not throwing up anymore. I keep telling myself that. At least I'm not throwing up! But my stomach still often feels like I've swallowed acid. I get to feeling like if I puke, it will just be gallons of lemon juice. Nothing makes it better. Except eating. Sometimes, if I can force myself to choke down something, it helps. But not always. It's a bit of a crapshoot.
There is still so much that I used to enjoy that I still can't imagine eating. Former staples of my diet, which leaves me bereft: cereal, pizza, spaghetti. Cheese. For FSM's sake, CHEESE. But you know what I do like? STEAK. Seriously. Even though I have never enjoyed it in my life, and have spent the last ten years of my life avoiding most animal flesh, I now like steak.
In my own head, if not out loud, I've begun referring to Spagett the Alien Fetus as a "parasitic meatetarian".
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Well, if we are being honest, it is a parasite.
After all, it is living off your life source.
However, I cannot wait for you to scream in agony as you give birth.
I'm just kidding, but you will feel it.
The pain will be awful, but the outcome will be worth it.
To hold that living being in your arms will make it all worth it.
Seriously, I'm more scared of a needle in my spine (an epidural) than I am of the pain of natural childbirth. I seriously have NIGHTMARES about having a huge needle jammed into the space between my vertebra. I'm not scared of needles at all, but the idea of having an epidural makes me want to panic.
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