Feeling more at ease in the second trimester

Babyhand copy
One of the pregnancy apps I use shows me how big Baby Madelyn’s hand is (illustrated in pink). At almost 16 weeks, it’s tiny but growing!


As an expectant mom, it’s hard not to worry. Online and in books, you read about your compromised immune system and your increased chance of getting diseases with scary names: toxoplasmosis, listeria, and haemophilus influenzae.

You hear that you’re more prone to urinary tract infections, and that the common flu can increase your chances of pneumonia and lead to premature labor and delivery. You read that you shouldn’t eat deli meat or soft cheeses, that you shouldn’t take hot baths, and that you shouldn’t take over-the counter medications.

You run into lots of shouldn’ts.

There were times during the first trimester when I’d wake up in the middle of the night in a slight panic about having slept half the night on my back. (Turns out, this isn’t really an issue until later on in pregnancy, when it can cause shortness of breath.) I’ve gone through phases where I’ve been worried about getting toxoplasmosis from my cat. (Thanks to my husband Troy for taking over the litter box cleaning duties.) And there was the time I freaked out when I ate a bite of a veggie sandwich I ordered from Panera Bread, only to find out it contained feta cheese — one of the unpasteurized cheeses that doctors say to stay away from, as it could cause listeria in pregnant women. (As it turns out, a lot of soft cheeses are actually pasteurized.)

When you know that your baby is only the size of a peppercorn or a blueberry, you can’t help but think about how vulnerable that tiny being is, and you feel like your sole job is to protect it from getting squashed.

The farther along I got in my first trimester, the less I worried about what I would contract and how it might harm my baby. But there’s one fear that’s always been hard to part with: the fear of cancer.

Cancer and I have never gotten along well. We met when I was 8 years old, a happy-go-lucky little girl who’s experience with sickness was limited to colds and chicken pox. That changed when my mom was diagnosed with breast cancer. She was 36, only six years older than I am now. She died at age 40, after the cancer spread to her bone marrow, her liver, and her brain. I was 11.

My mom was scared when she first detected a lump in her breast, so she waited months before seeing a doctor. During that time, her cancer could have metastasized. A couple years after my mom died, my maternal aunt died of breast cancer. She was 52.

Although cancer left my life years ago, I’ve never really recovered from the abusive relationship. At one point during the first trimester, I woke up in the middle of the night and started worrying about the sun spots and moles on my body. I got up to look at them in the mirror and wondered, “What if I have skin cancer?” I started surfing the Web and found several articles that said melanoma can metastasize to the placenta and the fetus. The next morning, I made a dermatologist appointment and later learned that all of my moles — or beauty marks as my mom used to call them — were fine.

It’s funny how the emergence of a new life can make us more worried about the one we have. I can’t help but think about my mom as I prepare to become one myself. I think about how I want to be there to celebrate my daughter’s high school and college graduations, her first job, her marriage, her own pathway toward motherhood — all the milestones that my mom and I never got to experience together.

Because my mom was diagnosed with cancer so early in life, I decided to get tested for the BRCA gene mutation a few years ago. Fortunately, I don’t carry it, although my chances of getting cancer are higher than I’d like, given my family history. The genetic counselor I saw said there’s a 27% chance I’ll develop breast cancer in my lifetime, compared to 10% for the average woman. Sometimes, the 27% chance seems high to me. But then I flip the statistic around and remind myself that just because my mom died from breast cancer at an early age doesn’t mean I will.

I recently asked my dad to call my mom’s former oncologist (who still has a practice) to obtain her medical records. I realized that I don’t know very much about the specifics of her cancer, and I want to find out more. I should get the records in a few weeks.

I’m the type of person who likes finding out answers to questions from my past, who is comforted by having more information than not enough. This has become even more true since I started doing research for my memoir.

It makes sense, then, that I’ve read so much about what I should and shouldn’t do during pregnancy, especially during the first trimester when the risk of miscarriage was much higher. During the first two months of my pregnancy, I thought a lot about how the themes of loss and motherhood have been so prevalent in my life — and how the potential for either one was literally inside of me. I could bring this baby into the world and become a mom, or I could lose my unborn child.

Baby bump photo at 15 weeks pregnant.
Baby bump photo at 15 weeks pregnant.

Now that I’m in my second trimester, I feel calmer and more confident about my pregnancy. I still worry, and will sometimes wake up in the morning and wonder if little Madelyn is still inside of me. (Because of the hormone progesterone, pregnant women tend to get more bloated throughout the day, meaning I appear to have a smaller belly in the morning and a much larger one at night!)

I’ve been looking for ways to replace my pregnancy fears with reality checks and with curiosity — about where the fear stems from and why. I’ve also sought comfort in prenatal yoga, journaling, and talking with Troy.

I’ve chosen not to seek out advice from articles or forums that are full of warning signs (and especially not right before bed!) Instead, I’ve asked for book recommendations from friends who are pregnant or who are moms. One book I’ve found helpful is “Expecting Better” by Emily Oster. She’s an economist who found herself confused by all the contradictory information she was given while pregnant. In search of accurate answers, she looked through extensive studies to reveal the truth behind what are commonly thought of as pregnancy no-no’s: drinking wine, highlighting your hair, and cleaning the cat’s litter box. (According to Oster, it’s ok to drink wine occasionally, it’s fine to highlight your hair, and gardening is surprisingly more risky than cleaning the cat’s litter box when it comes to toxoplasmosis.)

Having read the book, I feel like I now have a better sense of what’s ok and what’s not ok, and can make more informed decisions because of it. I’m not about to start drinking wine every night (or at all, for that matter). And I don’t want to chow down on unpasteurized cheese, but I’m also not going to freak out if I accidentally eat a bite of it. I’m going to do what feels comfortable to me, what feels right.

In this second trimester, pregnancy feels right. It’s incredible, life-changing, and physically uncomfortable all at once. But I love it  — and the beautiful little baby it will soon bring us.


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Published by Mallary Tenore Tarpley

Mallary is a mom of two young kiddos -- Madelyn and Tucker. Mallary absolutely loves being a mom and often writes about the need to find harmony when juggling motherhood and work. Mallary is the Assistant Director of the Knight Center for Journalism in the Americas at the University of Texas at Austin, where she manages the Center's various programs related to distance learning, freedom of expression, and digital journalism. Previously, she was Executive Director of Images & Voices of Hope and Managing Editor of The Poynter Institute’s media news site, Poynter.org. Mallary grew up outside of Boston and graduated from Providence College in Rhode Island. In 2015, she received a certificate in nonprofit management from Duke University. She now lives in beautiful Austin, Texas, with her kids, husband Troy and cat Clara. She's working on a memoir, slowly but surely. You can reach her at mjtenore@gmail.com.

One thought on “Feeling more at ease in the second trimester

  1. Relax and don’t worry about a thing. Can’t wait until you feel the first kick! Any time you want someone to talk to, call me! You look great and how lucky to have Madelyn on the way! Enjoy every second. She’ll be here before you know it. I use to stand at the door looking at the crib wondering what my first little girl would look like! Hugs!


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