Honing in on 6 months. Pregnancy so far has been nothing like I expected. I read my first post on this blog and all I can do is grimace at how charmingly naive I was. For one thing, I'm a nutrition major who loves clean eating. Before pregnancy I had a natural aversion to even eating a cookie. Despite the yummy taste I couldn't imagine putting junk into my body most of the time. After I found out I was pregnant I ate even more perfectly, not wanting my baby to be exposed to bad nutrition and chemically preserved foods.
And then came morning sickness...
Suddenly, I went from a girl who turned her nose up at whole wheat bread to a pathetically bedridden invalid who could only get down ramen noodles and Jack in the Box tacos. I gained nine pounds by 10 weeks. Try as I did, I couldn't even stay in the gym for the vomiting afterwards. Even sipping water was unbearable. And this went on until 15 weeks. By then, I was out of shape and generally just weak from both morning sickness and the two colds I'd already caught. I felt like I failure. It's taken a few weeks to work through those feelings and forgive myself. My diet is about 50/50 now as far as clean eating and indulgences go. I've gotten another sinus infection since then and, apparently, pregnancy has taken my dairy and wheat problems from annoying sensitivities to full blown intolerances (just another little perk) but it helps to keep me away from unhealthy food.
I'm back in the gym and have recently come to realize that my prego body is not nearly as fragile as I think it is and I've been able to keep a lot of my lifting weights the same. Here's to a (hopefully) healthy last 20 weeks.