In the first trimester those close to a pregnant woman KNOW that she’s pregnant, by the exhaustion, the throwing up and the not drinking or doing extreme sports like lifting heavy things. The third trimester is great because everyone short of the blind can SEE that she is pregnant by virtue of the definite shaped bump she carries around, and the pained expression standing seems to cause (I expect so, at least!). I think the second trimester is the hardest. The first trimester is hard due to the sickness. The third is hard due to the other stuff, like a human bouncing up and down on your bladder. (Recognise that I’m only focusing on the negatives for now, there are great things too, like the growing of your nails and the fact that your hair doesn’t fall out as much!) The second trimester is a strange in between middle place though. Your body is changing, but only so that you yourself, your favourite jeans and maybe an attentive partner can really tell. Your abdomen changes shape so that you actually just look like you’ve indulged in a few too many beers and are growing a paunch. No matter how much you ‘suck in’ your stomach, there’s no flattening the 16 cm human with ears in place and fingertips that are starting to develop their own unique swirl!
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