My pregnancy journey didn’t begin with excitement—it began with fear. For the longest time, just the thought of being pregnant scared me. Could I really handle everything that comes with it—physically, emotionally, mentally? I wasn’t so sure.
Even though my family started suggesting we have a baby just a year after marriage, I wasn’t ready. I waited—for three years—until I finally felt like the timing was right for me. Not because of pressure, but because I was mentally prepared to take that next step.
And when I finally did, this journey turned out to be nothing like I expected—sometimes chaotic, sometimes beautiful, and completely life-changing in ways I couldn’t have imagined. So, here is a full story of my pregnancy. I hope this will help you get ready—not just for the physical changes, but for the emotional ride, the surprises, and the little moments that make it all worth it.
How and When Did I Get to Know About My Pregnancy?
So, as we all know, missed periods is one of the first symptoms of pregnancy. However, my periods weren’t regular to begin with, so missing a cycle didn’t immediately set off alarm bells for me.
What did make me pause was how unusually tired I felt. Yes, I used to sleep 9 to 10 hours a day initially, and I didn’t wake up feeling refreshed—I still felt exhausted. Even simple tasks like cooking or walking up a flight of stairs felt like a workout. That kind of fatigue was new and strange.
I also started noticing other subtle signs—breast tenderness, light cramping, and a sudden dislike for smells I normally didn’t mind. Then, I decided to bring the pregnancy kit home and that’s when everything changed.
The Day I Took the Test
I remember standing in the bathroom, heart racing, holding that tiny stick and waiting for the result. I told myself not to get too emotional—it could still be negative. But within seconds, those two little pink lines appeared. My heart skipped a beat. (I still have that with me, by the way).
I froze, staring at it in disbelief. I took another test—same result. Suddenly, my exhaustion and weird cravings made sense. It was official—I was pregnant. I didn’t scream or cry immediately. I just sat there, quietly processing it. It felt surreal. A tiny human was growing inside me, and everything from this point on would change.
My First Visit to the Doctor
After the home tests came back positive, the next logical step was visiting a gynecologist to confirm it all. My husband made an appointment and we went there the next day.
The doctor asked me a few questions about my cycle and symptoms. I even told her about the little spotting that I had noticed a few days earlier. I thought it was a sign of miscarriage. But she assured me it was normal in early pregnancy and nothing to worry about.
Then, she recommended a blood test and an early ultrasound. After a day, I returned with the results in hand. It was confirmed—I was around 5 weeks pregnant. Then came the real moment that made it all sink in: the ultrasound.
It was just a tiny dot on the screen, barely anything. But they called it a “gestational sac” and said everything looked good so far. I couldn’t believe how something that small could be so important.
The doctor prescribed folic acid and gave me a list of foods to avoid, along with a pep talk on staying calm and hydrated. I left the clinic feeling overwhelmed—but in a good way. There was so much I didn’t know, and I was about to learn it all, week by week.
How My First Trimester Went?
It was quite tough, I must say. I used to have a lot of vomiting. As soon as I ate anything—even something as plain as toast or dal rice—I would throw up within minutes. Some days, I’d vomit 5–6 times. It wasn’t just morning sickness; it felt like all-day sickness. I was constantly nauseous, and it made me dread eating. Ironically, the more I avoided food, the worse I felt.
I also had strong food aversions. Things I used to love—like coffee, garlic tadka, or even my favorite perfumes—suddenly made me gag. The smell of cooking was unbearable. I couldn’t enter the kitchen without feeling sick.
Along with the nausea, I was emotionally drained. I cried a lot for no real reason. I felt overly sensitive and confused. Some days, I’d be excited about becoming a mom, and the very next minute, I’d be anxious, doubting whether I was ready.
One thing that really stood out during this time was fatigue. I was so tired all the time, even after sleeping 10 hours a night. Getting out of bed felt like a task. I used to wonder, “Is this how it’s going to be for the next nine months?”
Honestly, the first trimester was not glowing or glamorous. It was messy, exhausting, and humbling. But even on the worst days, I’d put my hand on my belly and remind myself that something magical was happening inside me.
Then Came the Second Trimester
As soon as I stepped into the second trimester, it was like someone flipped a switch. The vomiting started to ease up, and I could finally eat without worrying if it would come right back up. I wouldn’t say I felt amazing, but I definitely felt better—and after weeks of nausea and exhaustion, that alone felt like a miracle.
- Appetite Returns and Cravings Begin
My appetite came back with a vengeance. However, I didn’t develop as many intense cravings like other moms talk about. No midnight pickle jars or ice cream with chips for me! But I did start enjoying food again—especially fresh fruits, sour things like lemon, curd rice, and spicy food. I found myself leaning towards comfort food more than anything exotic.
- Energy Boost and Emotional Balance
The extreme fatigue lifted slightly. I still got tired, especially in the afternoons, but I could move around, cook a little, and even go for short walks. My mood also stabilized. I wasn’t crying as much, and the emotional roller coaster became a little more manageable. I used to go to the office some days but generally used to do work from home itself.
- Baby Bump and First Kicks
Although many women start showing earlier, my baby bump didn’t really show until I was around 7 months pregnant. Until then, it was quite easy to hide, and most people had no idea I was expecting. It felt a bit odd—being in the later part of pregnancy but still looking almost the same on the outside.
I felt the first baby kick around 18 to 20 weeks. At first, I wasn’t sure what it was—just some light flutters or tiny movements. But soon I realized it was the baby, and that made everything feel more real and exciting.
Third Trimester
My third trimester was actually quite smooth. I didn’t face too many issues apart from my hemoglobin being slightly low, so I had to take iron injections for that. Other than that, I was feeling good. Oh—and yes, I did experience itchy skin in my last trimester of pregnancy, especially on my feet, and it would get worse at night.
That part was definitely annoying, so I consulted my doctor about it. They ran a few tests to rule out any liver-related issues like cholestasis, but thankfully everything came back normal. I was advised to keep my skin moisturized and stay hydrated, which did help a bit.
In my third trimester, I also noticed my appetite increased quite a bit—probably because the baby was growing rapidly at that stage. I used to eat more frequently, and honestly, I felt hungry all the time!
I used to crave spicy food a lot and even ended up eating quite a bit of junk too—momos, panipuri, and lots of non-veg. It felt like the baby loved all the spicy stuff! I had my baby shower too this trimester, so I had a lot of fun in that too.
The Day of Delivery
On the night of 24th May, around 10 PM, I got admitted to the hospital. I hadn’t gone into labor naturally, so the doctors decided to induce labor. I was nervous, of course. It was my first time, and I had no idea what to expect. The hospital room felt cold and unfamiliar, and I kept looking at the clock, wondering how long it would take.
The night went by slowly with all the checks and preparations. Finally, on the morning of 25th May, around 8:50 AM, my baby girl was born through normal delivery. I also took the epidural for painless delivery but that was just a waste of money because they gave me epidural quite late and within a few minutes, I was already in active labor. The pain relief didn’t kick in as expected, and by the time it could have helped, my baby was almost here.
The moment they handed her to me, everything else just faded away. It was a mix of relief, exhaustion, and pure happiness. Holding her for the first time was a moment I’ll never forget.
Conclusion
Looking back, every part of my pregnancy journey—from the late baby bump to the spicy cravings, iron injections, and finally the delivery—was unique in its own way. It wasn’t always perfect, but it was mine. And in the end, it gave me the biggest gift of my life—my baby girl.
All the discomfort, the waiting, and the unknowns suddenly made sense the moment I saw her. Nothing can really prepare you for motherhood, but somehow, you just figure it out—one day at a time.
