You know, it’s interesting, being pregnant again. It gives me a chance to reflect and compare to how things were last time. I mean, I remember being tired, but I don’t remember being THIS tired. Last time I was able to take a nap whenever I wanted and this time I’m trying to keep from passing out in front of my toddler. And I literally take naps instead of a lunch break. Yea, morning anchoring during first trimester pregnancy fatigue/ morning sickness is a joke. Yet I’ve managed to survive.
Last time I didn’t drink caffeine from pre-conception through nursing. This time? I’m sneaking in sips of my husband’s energy drinks and downing Dr. Pepper to stay afloat. My poor second child has probably already developed 2nd child syndrome.
I’m significantly busier this time around, and there’s been a time or two (or twelve) I’ve succumb to exhaustion. I’ve been so lazy I literally just lay there when I have a long list of things to do. That’s one of the reason this here blog had been neglected. Not cause I was trying to hold in the secret, cause I was too dang lazy to write about it.
Lazy, that’s who I’ve felt. But I’m not going to apologize for it at the moment.
My life is also CONSUMED by my two year old. She’s my world, and everything revolves around her. Seriously, she’s so spoiled. But I can’t help it. She’s not a brat, thank goodness, but my husband and I both adore her and she has us wrapped around her finger.
There are times where I forget I’m pregnant because I’m so busy worrying about her still. (Recent worries have been because of a childcare switch, and switch again which I’ll share details about very soon).
I feel like this time around it’s very low-key too. I mean, last time I had no idea what I was getting myself into. I over-researched and was panicking going into labor because I worried about what people would think if I had a c-section.
HOLY COW I was nuts.
Last time, I wanted to be a people-pleaser. This time? I don’t give a crap what people think. I’ve done this before, and I can do it again.
I was debating going the birthing center route this time because there’s a beautiful one around the corner from my house. I did a story on them last year. Part of me thinks it would be fun to try something new, and maybe see if the unmedicated birth is all it’s chalked up to be. And if it is… Awesome! I’d get to experience that. But my husband has the mentality of “if it aint broke, don’t fix it,” and thinks it’s best we stay with the OB we know and love. After catching up at my first appointment, I did feel at home and am feeling good about going the same route as before.
We do want to do some things differently though. April Fools is my due date, but I’m considering my due date April 14th. Regardless if I go into labor by then or not, that’s the latest I’m having my baby and the day I’m mentally scheduling my
eviction induction for. This way I won’t plan on taking off work too early, but I also will give the baby two extra weeks to show up on their own. I’m hoping the baby won’t be much bigger than Lil’ J though cause at her 9lbs 9oz, the thought of giving this one an extra four or so days to cook, scares me a tad.
I’m also not packing as much crap to take to the hospital. It was as if I was moving in for a week.
I also worry a little with what it’ll be like being a mother of two. How will I give all of my attention to twice as many kids? Will Lil’ J miss being the center of my world? She still will be of course, she’ll just be sharing the spotlight.
Things aren’t quite the same as they were three years ago, but I’m excited for the new adventure. I’m feeling my energy coming back (but that could just be my soda kicking in) and I’m ready to rock! Bring on the baby!
PS: Thank you so much for all of your sweet congratulations! We’re really excited.