Three trimesters, three very different experiences. Each gets its own record.
Every symptom, the nausea survival list, what I ate, and the weight numbers I was given.
The strange middle stretch, the first kicks, our Portland babymoon, and the glucose test.
The signs my body sent, the perineum massage, the unglamorous parts, and the exercises I did.
After 40 weeks, this thread continues in Delivery.