Oh the joys of pregnancy. Being pregnant is an interesting journey. In nine short (or long) months your body takes over and you are just along for the ride. While I love the fact that there is a baby growing inside of me, the rest I just kind of tolerate. Some women absolutely love being pregnant and have little to no discomforts. I on the other hand, well not so much. Between the morning sickness, raging heartburn, and the whole feeling like a beached whale thing, well… like I said, I love that I’m growing a baby. Period. Oh and not having a period, that’s pretty nice too hah. Don’t get me wrong though, I know how lucky I am to be able to conceive so easily. Truly, it’s a blessing and apparently I am quite fertile.
With the first everything is new and exciting. Every week I checked each pregnancy app I had installed on my phone. I had to know how big the baby was, how it was developing, what it could possibly be doing in there (obviously), what my body was doing etc. I read about every pregnancy symptom and was a regular on all the forums. I had a weekly journal I wrote in about how I felt and what I was doing. In a nutshell I was obsessed. This time is so totally different it almost makes me feel guilty.
Finding out was a bit different
My first was a complete surprise and we were just ecstatic. I hate to admit it but this pregnancy was also not planned and I may have cried a little when I found out. Then I cried some more because I felt guilty for being upset when other women are struggling with infertility. How’s that for hormones. My daughter had literally just turned one and my crohn’s was not under control. In my opinion this was the worst possible time to get pregnant. But God had other plans. After I got over the shock (which took me about 16 weeks) I couldn’t be more excited. My crohn’s is behaving for now and I’m happy I will be having two kids so close in age. Plus I have severe baby fever and I’m glad I only have to wait a few more months for some newborn snuggles.
There’s no time to think about being pregnant
Having a toddler and being pregnant is a whole new ball game. When I was pregnant with my first I was able to rest, put my feet up, and take a nap if I was tired. My daughter just turned 18 months and She. Is. Crazy. She is up on average, between 7 and 7:30 every morning. Sometimes she takes a nap but most days she fights it. She doesn’t go to bed until at least 7 pm. That is 12 hours of constant vigilance my friends. If she’s not trying to do something dangerous, she’s attempting to eat a non food item. I don’t have time to even think about the fact I am growing another human. Heck I can’t even go to the bathroom by myself anymore.
The symptoms seem worse
For whatever reason this pregnancy just feels harder. The morning sickness was worse, my aches and pains are worse, the exhaustion is worse, the heartburn is off the freakin’ charts this time. Forget pregnancy brain, I think I have pregnancy alzheimer’s… is that a thing?? If I don’t write it down it didn’t exist. When you don’t have other kids
sucking the life out of you to tend to, you can rest and relax making it easier to get through the symptoms. With a toddler in tow, I just have to suck it up most of the time. It’s hard. I’m beat.
I’m vaguely aware of what week I’m in
I just hit the third trimester and I didn’t realize it until my doctor increased my visits to every two weeks. Then I checked my app and yup 28 weeks, third tri. Holy crap.
I’m not excited about wearing maternity clothes
With my first I could not wait until I had a legit bump to show off and then promptly spent way too much money on clothes I would only be wearing for a few months. This time I stuffed myself into my regular jeans until it was just too uncomfortable to continue AND I was certain my shirt would lift up in public and someone would see my unbuttoned pants about to bust off. #classy. I pretty much wear the same two pairs of maternity pants and tops now. I prefer when I don’t have to get dressed so I can wear sweats and an over-sized tee all day. Yeah I’m pretty fancy.
I’m definitely bigger this time
At every appointment I have gained the same exact amount of weight for the week as last time, yet I am somehow bigger. My bump is more round and “out there”. My face is fuller and not in a flattering way. My boobs are way bigger this time (how is this even possible?). I’m already hitting waddle status and I have 3 more months to go. Don’t even talk to me about trying to bend over. The first time I was so excited to have a bump so people would notice that I was pregnant. I really didn’t care how much I showed. This time I repeat over and over on a daily basis “Is it May yet!?” Stick a fork in me, I am so done.
I’m not obsessing over the baby
My husband didn’t want to find out what we are having this time and we didn’t with Dakota either. However, with Dakota I was obsessed with trying to figure out what the gender was. I asked anyone and everyone if they had any feelings or wanted to take a guess. I read just about every single wives tale and studied my ultrasound photos to try to determine the ramzi, nub, and skull theories. By the way they were all WRONG. I was constantly wondering what the baby would look like. What color hair would it have? Would it have hair? How big will it be? How long? etc etc etc. This time I am excited to wait for the gender reveal at birth and I’m not really concerned about what’s going to come out…. except that it better not weigh 10 pounds.
I’m not obsessing over what is “right” or “wrong”
There are so many “rules” to follow when you are pregnant. Don’t eat deli meat, unless you heat it to steaming first. Don’t drink caffeine, unless you consume under 200mg daily. No strenuous activity, unless you were previously active. And on and on. I’m not at all concerning myself this time with any of this. I drink coffee. I eat lunch meat occasionally. I stay active. I take my prenatals when I remember and feel well enough. So far everything has come back 100% completely normal. I think everything is gonna be fine.
My thoughts about labor and delivery are completely different
With the first baby you really don’t know what to expect. Labor and delivery is so different for everyone and no one can really describe what the pain feels like. Heck some people have no pain at all #jealous. I probably have at least five different books on labor and delivery which are now collecting dust on my bookshelf. I will say reading them helped me tremendously to prepare for my first. With the first I wanted to know how it was all going to go down and what it was going to feel like. Now that I know what it feels like (God’s wrath) and what to expect (pain, no modesty, and bodily fluids) my thoughts have shifted. Now my only concerns are 1. This better not take 20 hours again. 2. This baby better come out in 3 pushes. 3. I better not be 12 days late again.[Seriously though if you want to read my post on natural childbirth click here]
Oh and I forgot to mention
I’m really banking on the fact this baby will sleep in the swing for 5 months like Dakota did. 😂
Was your second pregnancy different than the first?
Was it harder or easier? I’d love to hear it. Let me know in the comments below. In the meantime I’ll be counting down the days until May. 🙂
I found all of the images on pinterest (except the ones of me, my kid, and my pee sticks lol)