No more nausea. It makes bus-riding, eating, and just getting up in the morning easier. And since your hunger has amped up, it’s nice to have different snack choices — and not be tormented by food aversions.
Body acceptance. You actually look pregnant, instead of just bloated — and that’s a very good thing. You also realize that you’re small compared to how big you’ll be in the third trimster — so you really try to enjoy it!
More comfy clothing. You no longer try to squeeze into clothes that are too small. You accept the fact that you are definitely — without a doubt — bigger, and embrace maternity clothes for their delicious stretchy comfort.
Your energy returns. Spending the first trimester on the couch was fine and all, but it’s depressing to stare at piles of dirty dishes and laundry — and not be able to do anything about them. The return of your get-up-and-go is a great feeling.
Nesting is awesome. I must say, our place has never looked better. My obsessive cleaning/organizing/throwing-out sprees have been so helpful. And looking at the finished products — pristine closets, labeled storage bins — is like taking one big shot of happy.
I’m Heather Laura Clarke. I’m a writer living in beautiful Nova Scotia, I have a 12-year-old son and a 10-year-old daughter, I married my high school sweetheart, and this is the story of my handmade life.
I have depression and anxiety, and I fight like hell every day to keep them from taking over my life. Creating things helps.
Whether I’m writing novels, decorating a room, busting out my power tools to build furniture, getting muddy in the pottery studio, sewing clothes, or cross-stitching a swear word, I’m all about using my creativity to craft a life I love.
I’ve been writing this blog since 2009, so if you dig deep into the archives, you’ll meet a bright-eyed 25-year-old newlywed who was basically obsessed with having kids, buying a cozy house, and supporting herself full-time with her writing. (Spoiler alert: she got exactly what she wanted.)