Second trimester already?

Today I am 14w2d pregnant and officially being in my second trimester is completely surreal to me.  We've officially gone public so no more long deliberations in the morning about what to wear that may somewhat cover the ever increasing bump (even if it is mostly bloat).  I've finally stopped throwing up every time I brush my teeth, and while I'm still fully capable of falling asleep mid-sentence, my energy level has definitely improved. 

Chillin' in the mommy hammock

The one problem with second trimester is that it puts me back in limbo as far as "feeling pregnant" goes.  As endearing as the nausea (with or without barfing), constant burping, bloating, sore boobs and mild narcolepsy was in past weeks, it gave me a connection to the little sproggin that was undeniable.  Now I'm feeling 10x better, but am left with fluttering around my uterus which may or may not be gas.  It's another 10 days until my next appointment when I will hopefully get to see the baby again and view what kind of acrobatics are going on in there. 

I know it's FAR too early to be buying things for the nursery, but my head is already wrapped up with colors and ideas.  Husband submitted to a walk around Babies R Us so we could get an idea of what is out there.  We were overwhelmed by options and he was greatly amused by the concept of a stroller with shocks (you know, for all baby off-roading we plan on doing).  It's kinda funny to look at all the stuff that we supposedly "need" for baby, but I suspect I'm thinking more on the minimalist side.  Meanwhile, I know that family members will probably want to buy absolutely everything that may be perceived as making our lives more convenient, while it gives me a mild case of anxiety to even contemplate where the hell we would put it all.  Yes, the moment when 1800 sq ft isn't enough.

I'm about to embark on a lifetime of making decisions - Which genetic screening to get?  What birth plan?  Cloth or disposable diapers?  Which daycare?  My brain is literally buried under thoughts of wanting to do the very best for our baby.  Meanwhile, pregnancy brain (which is certainly not a myth) is sucking the ability to think straight (or speak English for that matter) out of my body.  Fortunately, husband understands my gibberish, and agrees with most of it - a huge relief.  He even knows how to handle me in a hormone induced emotional crisis, shrouded by tears and snot, while mumbling unintelligible words in his general direction.  Bless him for that. 

So, here's to the middle three months, which are supposed to be the best three of the pregnancy.  I'm excited and strangely zen about everything...I just hope I can hold on to that.