Pregnancy: Round Two
Being pregnant again feels so different from the first time around. After my first peeing-on-the-stick experience, I had the rollercoaster emotions of shock, happiness, disbelief, wonder and more than a little frustration at the timing. This time, I just looked at it and went “Huh”. Then I sat quietly on the news for almost a week while I did a few more tests before mentioning it to the spouse.
Stuff that’s the same:
- Morning sickness. Toothpaste, cat puke, trashcans. Except now I can add ‘poopy diapers’ to that list. Joy.
- The way people look at you. Or rather, the way people look at me, since I look like a 16-year-old pregnant unwed teenager with a toddler on her hip.
- Gratefulness for midwives. They are angels of pregnancy and I weep at the thought of ever having to go through nine months of this without them.
- Love of milk. I don’t get this at all since I’m only so-so about milk, but when pregnant, I drink about a gallon a week. Bizarre.
Stuff that’s different:
- More tired this time. Everyone keeps saying that it’s because I’m running behind a toddler, but from the state of the house, laundry piles and kitchen dishes, I can firmly say that I’m not doing much around here lately. :-/
- Itching to find out the gender. With baby #1, I was more curious to know the personality in there than the gender. This time around, I’m dying to know what clothes to keep, what to start knitting, and so on.
- Less twitchy friends and family. It’s amazing how little the people around me comment on the ever-expanding baby bump! It seemed like last time, that was the only topic of conversation, ever. Now, it’s a barely remembered after-thought to ask how I’m doing, while generally waving in the direction of the bump. Not that I mind too much, though. It’s kinda relaxing to know no one else is stressing.
I’m sure there’ll be more to share from this new experience in old trenches, and I’ll try to write them down before they evaporate from my shaggy preggo brain. :-)
