Second Trimester || The Good & Bad
I’ve been so preoccupied with our babymoon that I completely forgot to do a recap of my second trimester.
Not gonna lie, now that I’m in my third trimester, I can’t help but look back at the past months. Basically, I’ve found that people really aren’t lying when they say that the second trimester is one of the best periods of pregnancy.
Coming from a nausea-filled first trimester, the second trimester was a time when I just felt like myself pre-preggo stage.
Let’s start this off on a good note and talk about some of the best parts of my second trimester!
I actually had the appetite to eat and I was finally getting better at holding down my food. This means I was no longer as miserable as I was during the first trimester.
Although, I wouldn’t exactly say that I had any weird cravings. I mean, I wasn’t dipping pickles in maple syrup or anything like that. But I did enjoy a good amount of curry and a whole lot of other spicy dishes. I even think I had curry at least once every week for more than a month.
I had way more energy during my second trimester. I spent a good amount of my time working out, doing everything from yoga to pilates, gym sessions to days spent swimming at the beach. I made it a point to work out at least 4x a week because I depended on endorphins so much. Exercise was my happy pill and I thrived on it.
Speaking of beach days, I think I went to the beach at least once a week for 2 months. Hawaii’s summer sun was insane but instead of locking myself in our bedroom with the AC on full blast, I decided to wear a bikini and cool off in the water instead. I swam, snorkeled, and saw tons of fishes over at Ko Olina’s lagoons. No wonder it’s still one of my favorite places on the island!
One of the things I told myself at the start of my pregnancy was to never abandon my self-care. Since everything pregnancy-related was uncharted territory (something that gave me a bit of anxiety), I told myself to take it easy and just relax through self-care indulgence.
I got a quick facial at Ulta, stocked up on even more pregnancy-friendly skincare and makeup items, got my nails done and even booked a foot spa appointment — something I wouldn’t normally do because I can’t stop converting US Dollars to Philippine Pesos. My point being, everything is expensive in Hawaii.
But during my second trimester, I treated self-care as my way of congratulating myself for getting through another week of pregnancy and choosing to take care of myself regardless. If I’m being completely honest, I don’t want to lose myself in the craziness that is pregnancy and motherhood because I know that if I’m not at a good mental state, I wouldn’t be able to provide the love and care that my child deserves.
When my husband and I arrived in the Philippines, we had only 3 things on our to-do list. Shop, eat, and have a baby shower. That was it.
We flew with an empty check-in bag and came back with so much stuff that would probably cost twice or thrice had we shopped in Hawaii instead. That’s the thing about being Asian, you guys. We save our money and go all out whenever we’re on vacation — especially if our destination’s got a ton of cheap shopping thrills!
I’m not even ashamed to say that the first 2 days were spent solely for shopping for things we wanted. Also, shopping in the Philippines made me realize how I’ve taken Manila’s air-conditioned malls for granted. We spent ages shopping, and I’m not kidding when I say ages, because it was practically cardio and I bet we walked at least 10,000 steps/day just going through different malls. IT WAS AMAZING.
Aside from shopping for ourselves, we also spent a good amount shopping for our future daughter. Biggest and most expensive purchase for her to date would have to be the EcoMom sterilizer that so many moms recommended. It cost almost $300 but I do feel like it’s a good purchase especially considering that it’ll save us a lot of time, energy, and storage space. Maybe I’ll do a review of it in the future. We’ll see!
On another note, I feel like a discussion about our babymoon wouldn’t be complete if I didn’t talk a little bit more about our baby shower.
Given that everything was so impromptu, not a lot of our friends could make it. But we already knew this from the get-go. I mean, that’s what happens when you only give people a few days notice, right? Hahaha! Nonetheless, the handful of family and friends that arrived were much appreciated! Also, I have to say that Vergs and I were pleasantly surprised with how nice the decorations turned out and we couldn’t be more thankful to our immediate family members who helped us get the venue set up!
Let’s be real here. I’m not the type of woman who loves every freaking moment of her pregnancy. I have off days and I still need pretty much need to learn how to calm the F down when topics of birth are being discussed. Anyway, here are the bad things about my second trimester.
Need New Clothes Fast
I went through my first trimester wearing the clothes I had in my closet. But when the second trimester came around, everything either became tighter or was just a hopeless case. At one point, I think our future daughter had even more clothing options than I did because I was running out of clothes that would fit my growing belly.
The fact is, when the belly grows, you can no longer see down there.
I get my Brazilian waxes at European Wax Center so going to a waxing salon wasn’t that much of a bother. But what I wasn’t prepared for was how much more painful waxes would be when you’re pregnant.
Let’s put it this way. 2 Tylenol capsules weren’t enough.
Having a ton of energy and wanting to work out didn’t spare me from breathlessness — especially during times that I’d lie down. It was so weird, you guys. Being breathless made me feel so out of shape, despite all my workouts.
Hormones, As Usual
Hormones were the main reason why I depended on endorphins so much. If I went 3 days without working out, I already knew I was going to be a blubbering mess in a few hours.
I swear I don’t give my husband enough credit for all the times he’s just held me even if he doesn’t have a clue why I’m crying.