The Golden Trimester

Someone told me the second trimester would be better than the first, but nobody prepared me for feeling this… powerful.

The Golden Trimester

This is me at 16 weeks, post-run, making my usual protein smoothie, and I swear I’ve never felt stronger. Not just physically (though yes, I’m still running - slowly, but still), but mentally. Emotionally. Like I’m finally in my body instead of just along for the ride.

With Sophie, I spent nine months terrified I was doing everything wrong. This time? I trust myself. I trust my body. I know what a contraction feels like, I know that weird hip pain is normal, and I know that craving ice cream at 10 PM doesn’t make me a bad mother. Experience is a hell of a thing.

Marcus keeps staring at me like I’m some kind of goddess, which honestly isn’t helping my ego situation. But watching him watch me grow this baby - OUR baby - there’s something so beautiful about doing this together for the second time, knowing what we’re in for and choosing it anyway. Sophie’s going to be such an amazing big sister.