“There’s a light at the end of every tunnel.” Sounds so cliché yet it’s true. I’m writing this 1 week before I enter my 3^rd trimester so I can definitely give an accurate description of my second trimester, “sunshine after the rain.” The second trimester is week 13 to 27, so months four through six. My appetite came back around 5 ½ months, and it’s clear because I somehow gained 13 pounds in one month, no bueno again, jk, oh well, at least I caught up. I’m not necessarily pigging out but I’m eating like an athlete again minus the athletic/working out part, lol, but then again two athletes created this little human so I’m technically feeding an athlete. This leads to my next culture shock, I’ve had no motivation to exercise.

My boobs are too large for me to run, my child jumps on my bladder when I run (if that’s even possible), I have to pee every 30 min, my pelvic bone feels like it’s being ripped apart (which is technically true since a human has to swim out of there soon), so yeah, exercise has not been my friend. I’ve exercised like 6 times in 6 months, but I’m no longer beating myself up about it. I’ve even had the energy to go out like twice, it’s safe to say this kid definitely knows some Bay Area Hip Hop classics already #hyphybaby. I’ve also been able to eat during my lunch breaks, not sleep. So in my eyes, these are accomplishments enough. Oh, and I can’t get up without making sound effects. Wait, so where’s the sunshine in all this? Well all the shopping has been a blast, I love being everyone’s personal Buddah statue with all the belly rubs, water is liquid gold, and being able to feel my little person kick and dance is like no other feeling in this world.