We’re heading into week 15 now, or as I like to call it, ‘The End Of Agonizing First Trimester Hell’. Because that it what it has been, and if I ever so much as mention that I’d like to have a third child I would like someone to take my first trimester and slap me round the face with it. Or alternatively promise to send me to a spa from week 5 to 16.
Like I said at 12 weeks, I’ve been making an effort to do my hair and makeup at least a couple of times a week, and the effect of this on my mental state is huge. I don’t know if this makes me shallow but at this point I don’t really care. It gives me a spring in my step and makes me feel like I’m ready to face the world. Yesterday I took Elfie to her lovely creche at David Lloyd fresh from the shower and spent half an hour in the changing room blow-drying my hair and putting on makeup. It was wonderful.
The outfit I’m wearing in this photo has made me realise I need to re-think my winter pregnancy wardrobe. Red and blue and green and black? Don’t know what I was thinking. I’m possibly still blinded by the fact I can still fit into size 10 skinny jeans. With a belt. Let’s blame my dodgy hall lighting for making the colours look unsavoury. Additionally, you will (might) be pleased to hear that although the maternity leggings have found their way back out of retirement I am currently keeping them for housewear only and even wore a miniskirt last week. Pregnancy wear by Alice: keeping it real.
As you can see the bump is growing, but it’s still noticeably squidgy which gives a somewhat exaggerated muffin-top effect. I can feel my uterus when I’m lying down in bed, it’s about the size of my hand right now and it’s definitely growing day on day. I’m looking forward to the arrival of a proper bump and I wonder whether it’ll bring other symptoms I had with Elfie; heartburn and the feeling of all my organs moving to hide under my ribs are the ones I remember the most.
I’ve gladly welcomed the return of my craving for roast potatoes with mayonnaise, which I also had with Elfie. I’ve had them three times in the last seven days (must be new potatoes cooked with olive oil and maldon sea salt on a high heat with the skin left on) and they have been tasting divine, better even than chips.
One of the most overwhelming changes I’ve had in the last couple of weeks is the undying urge to cut my hair. I hear this is all completely hormonal and I know in my heart of hearts that I will regret it (I’ve been growing it out since 2008) but having long hair is making me feel a bit like a pregnant hussy. How weird.
Lastly, I have a new wrinkle. It’s just below my right eye and has scared me more than any grey hairs I’ve ever seen. Eye cream recommendations more than welcome.