Dear Second Trimester

Hello, Second Trimester. For the first 13 weeks of my pregnancy (less the first four when I didn't know I was pregnant) I heard so many great things about you. The Golden Period of Pregnancy! No More Nausea. No More Fatigue. I was so excited to join you!

Today, I'm 15 Weeks pregnant. I've been with you, Second Trimester, for a couple of weeks now. And I must say, I'm a bit disappointed. I'll grant you the No More Nausea. I've rushed to the bathroom only once or twice, and I fully appreciate the respite. But when do you plan on delivering No More Fatigue? I'm still rather exhausted. I've been awake for barely two hours this morning, and I fear I am already about to lie down for a nap. What do you have to say for yourself?

And about this "Starting to Show" bit. When will that happen? Because right now, all I am showing is fat. I mean, I look fat, not pregnant. My husband would like to take photos of my growing stomach each week, but I'm really not up for it, because I just look like I did back in college, when I would stuff myself into some tight black sorority pants and then down a keg of beer. My belly lacks a bump, and instead, it is just a large blob. Furthermore, I not only look fat, but I feel fat. Which is worse. Much morse. And considering I'm pregnant, I was expecting to feel fat; but I honestly thought it would feel entirely different (BETTER) than it actually feels. I've been running and exercising and eating right; and I've only gained about five pounds so far. So why do I feel like a giant blob and not a cute pregnant lady? Please advise. (For Jeremy's sake. He's really getting quite good at the iMovie, and like I said, he really wants to take more photos of my growing stomach.)

Last but not least, I have noticed, Second Trimester, that you have added heartburn to the list of items for me to treasure each day. I'm not sure how you manage to produce heartburn after I merely eat a piece of toast, but well done. I continue to be amazed by your powers.

However, I would be so grateful if you could throw me a couple bones and follow through on delivering some of the highlights about which I have heard so many great things. At the top of my list, No More Fatigue. Seriously, I think I sleep more than my old cat, Puck. And I'll settle for feeling fat if you could perhaps deliver those flutters of movement from the baby in the near future. I know it will be a while before I feel a good strong kick in the ribs, but it would be nice to sense that someone else is growing inside me, and that it's not just me doing all the growing on my own.

Sincerely,
Nic