Gosh, you described those stages so vividly!
For me, the first trimester was a rollercoaster of emotions. From excitement to sheer anxiety, it was a challenging period of adjusting hormonally and mentally. I distinctly remember the relief after hearing the baby's heartbeat at 12 weeks - a moment of truth that eased so many doubts and fears.
The second trimester brought an unexpected development - I suddenly became hyper-aware of my body and its changes. I felt enormous, even though logically, I knew I wasn't huge yet. My hips began to broaden, and I'd occasionally get these sharp jolts of pain that made me go "whoa, there's definitely something in there!" It was a strange, surreal feeling that kept me grounded.
As for the third, well, let's just say I became a cleaning nut. Nesting was real, and my poor vacuum cleaner got more action than me during those months! I'd get these sudden urges to sort and organize everything - cabinet shelves, drawers, you name it. And don't even get me started on the carseat installation and stroller assembly. I wanted everything perfect for baby's arrival, which thankfully, happened without any issues. That period seemed to fly by, and before I knew it, I was staring at this tiny human, completely awe-struck and overjoyed.