And so I’ve stumbled into the second trimester with a grateful sigh of relief. I’ve only been sick twice in the last week and put that down to squashing baby in my sleep - call it retribution. The exhaustion is still there but Craig is now well used to me sloping off to bed the second he walks through the door from work. Yep, from this point forward, I’m determined to embrace the bump.

Already I’m experiencing a new wave of pregnancy symptoms at week 15, and some I never had at all when I was carrying Dexter…

Week 15 pregnancy shots as found on Bounty and Weekly Pregnancy Guide

Vivid Dreams…

I’ve always been able to recall my dreams the next morning, and I’ve always had pretty spectacular ones. I’m often battling terrorists, child abductors, and other baddies in my dreams but they’ve been particularly nasty over the last few days. The trade off is I’ll often get to date a celebrity or two, I look like a Bond girl, and am seemingly indestructible. I must admit, every morning when I wake up I’m usually even more tired than when I went to sleep the night before. I’ll have been shot at, chased and (sometimes) ravished all in the space of 5 short hours. I know it’s 5 hours as baby has me up every night at 2am and 4am for a wee-break.

Gurgley Belly…

This is the same groaning noise most of us will experience when we’re starving hungry or have downed a can of Diet Coke, but ten times noisier. I used to get this all the time as little girl, and it would always happen at really inappropriate times… during exams, at the cinema, when I was having a cuddle with a boyfriend… now history seems to be repeating itself. Now, regardless of what or when I’ve eaten, my tummy will squeak, gurgle and whinge almost constantly. During the day this is barely noticeable to those around me, but come nighttime when Craig and I are trying to get to sleep and it’ll be as irritating and disruptive as a neighbours car alarm.

Telekinesis…

I lose everything and everything. Daily. This includes car keys, house keys, mobile phone, remote controls, make up… pretty much all my daily essentials will regularly go walkabout. Okay it would be silly to suggest that pregnancy actually causes telekinesis, or that my lip gloss has grown legs, but it seriously feels like it!

In fact, I’ve found myself exhibiting some really odd behaviour recently… I’ve thrown toilet rolls down the loo, put dirty washing in the bin, and was very close to giving Dex a drink of washing up liquid and hot water yesterday. Craig has also started calling me “Arthur” (as in “Half-a” Job) as I keep starting chores and not finishing them.

The answer most likely lies in the fact that I’m shattered, distracted, and easily frustrated now I’m lugging a mini person around. At least I hope it’s this and not the early signs of a mental disorder.

Flutterings…

When I lay in the bath my belly is now like an island poking up through the bubbles. This island comes complete with little waves as baby’s jitterings cause the water to ripple. It’s mildly amusing to watch and something I didn’t spot with Dex.

I’m also beginning to feel notice more and more stirrings in my tummy, particularly when I’m laying down. To be honest, I’m not even sure if I’m making this up or being over optimistic, but I’m sure I can feel baby auditioning for Team GB’s gymnastics squad in there. It’s not the fist bumping, feet flexing, head butting movements that soon lose their novelty some 20 weeks in, it’s more like baby is getting up to some sneaky forward rolls and serious dad-dancing whilst we can’t see them. I wouldn’t mind but, having experience in these matters, I’ll be waiting for 12 months+ before he or she will pulling out those moves on the outside of my tummy.

Breathlessness…

Just walking the stairs I’m now having to take a ten minute pit stop to get my breath back. It’s really prohibiting! I had every intention of doing my Pregnancy Pilates DVD everyday, I really did… but now I struggle with the physical act of merely getting off the sofa and popping a disc in the player. It would be okay if I could manage something less strenuous like a weekly swim but the last time I managed anything like a doggy paddle was back in 1994…

 

So that’s me. I can’t resist a good old whinge hey? If anyone has any other freaky pregnancy symptoms to report - past or present - do leave a comment.