they were! I'd be lying if I said the first few weeks after conception were smooth sailing - morning sickness, or should I say all-day sickness, was no joke. But the moment I heard that heartbeat, all the exhaustion faded away temporarily. It was like a magical spell, soothing me until the next bout of nausea hit.
The second trimester brought a false sense of relief from the symptoms of the first, and along with it came an insatiable appetite - I had to eat every two hours like a little hungry bird! But hey, I'll take that over throwing up any day. And the acne, well, let's just say my dermatologist earned a bonus that pregnancy!
As for the third, well, it was like a marathon preparing for the finish line - the excitement and anxiety increased with each passing week knowing the due date was imminent. The baby bump became a feature I actually liked; strangers wouldn't hesitate to strike up conversations, and I felt connected to other women somehow. But the physical strain was real - waddling down the street like an exaggerated duck was not a good look, I tell ya!