The Single & Pregnant First Trimester Blues | Fit Pregnancy

The Single & Pregnant First Trimester Blues

Getting through the first trimester on my own, without completely losing it, wasn't easy, but once I heard the heartbeat of my baby for the first time, everything made sense.

My first trimester was also filled with many doctor office visits, where I was always greeted with waiting rooms filled with pregnant women of all ethnicities, shapes and sizes, supported by their loving husbands or teenage boyfriends, while I sat quietly alone, with my naked ring finger glaring like a scarlet letter. Every time I was forced to check off the “single” box on registration forms or was questioned about my “partner” I felt shame, and not even the verbal support of my doctor’s, friends and family about how “brave” and “courageous” I was could ease that pain.

Putting long hours in at the office, I was so exhausted every day after work that climbing atop my couch and watching multiple seasons of awful television shows was about the only thing I could do, but mentally it wasn’t as if I even wanted to do anything else. The idea of taking a step in into the Hollywood scene and having to avoid making eye contact with people freaked me out, and there was always the chance that I could run into Jason.

I only heard from him once after the 24 hours of insanity aftermath of telling him I was pregnant and it was in the form of another vicious text message demanding that I get an abortion.

I went to go visit my sister and her kids in Hawaii during the final stage of my first trimester, and they couldn’t have been happier about my pregnancy. My beautiful teenage niece couldn’t stop touching my tummy (which was no longer flat and wasn’t looking too hot in a bikini) and asking me questions about baby names.  All the attention made me feel even worse, because I couldn’t admit to anyone, not even my closest friends and family, that I not only didn’t want this baby but also just couldn’t bring myself to terminate the pregnancy.

The week I returned, I went in for my first trimester screening at the hospital where I sat in the waiting room next to a couple who looked like they had stepped off the set of Teen Mom, convinced that I was about to find out that there was something majorly wrong with my baby and that I would be forced to bring this all to an end.

But then, during the 45 minute long ultrasound administered by a doctor who barely spoke English, I saw my baby’s little heartbeat and the outline of it’s limbs fluttering around inside of me. All of a sudden the fear and shame and bad thoughts evaporated and I felt it for the first time: unconditional love for the life growing inside of me and faith that everything was happening for a reason.

Next: 
Part 4: I'm Single and Pregnant: How Am I Going to Afford This Baby?
Part 5: How My Pain Taught Me to Change

Previously
Part 1: Officially Single and Definitely Pregnant
Part 2: Sexy, Single, and Pregnant in the City of Angels

--Leah Ornstein is a freelance writer, who recently relocated to Charlottesville, Virginia, from Los Angeles.  She is currently working on her first novel.

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