The second pregnancy is sooooo different and I have been trying to explain it to people but I think it comes off as "not excited" or "here we go again" or "ain't no thang, been there done that." Today I was reading through my blog posts from the first time around and comparing them to the second round. Here are some thoughts:
Picture it, world revolves around baby on the way...
First time around I would come home from work to a shirley temple and a bowl of sherbert waiting for me, then finish the night out on my pedastool with my feet up relaxing or looking on the internet for baby things or looking over my registry a million times just to make sure I haven't missed anything. Or on occasion looking up symptoms I was having and reading what happened to everyone else in the world with those symptoms and then consequently freaking me, and then Eric, and then my mom out. At 22 weeks the first time I had the nursery furniture ordered, the bedding was in, painting plans were well underway, registry had a gazillion things on it, and I was doing pilates and we were hanging out with friends on the reg. All of my friends were pregnant so of course pregnancy was what we all talked about and how we were decorating and names and every feeling we were having. It was the picture perfect first pregnancy! The weekends were spent hanging out with friends, doing fun things, shopping and comparing baby items and picking out the best of everything for our little bundle on the way!
Picture it, world revolves around baby that's already here...
Second time around, I come home to a super happy to see mommy baby who wants all of my attention. With his super cute face how could I not want to just squeeze him and play with him after being away at work all day etc etc. So we begin to play, Eric and I give each other a quick welcome home kiss, and then we spend the next hour with some mixture of going for a walk, playing with Ryan, and coordinating who's doing what to get dinner made before Ryan has a I'm starving people break down. Following dinner we do a little more play time or head straight to the bath depending how messy he got stuffing his face, Ryan and I take a bath together while Eric gets his diaper, pjs, lotion etc ready for application and fills his humidifier. Once Eric has him all ready for bed he comes in, while I am taking my own "relaxtion" bath, to give me a kiss and say goodnight and Eric puts him to bed. Baby is now asleep and we each take our first deep the day is over time to relax breath. We come downstairs, nope the day is not over, the mess from dinner is still there, the laundry needs to be done, and preparation for tomorrow is still on the to-do list. Pulling out the final bit of energy either of us have, we get it done and then are finally relaxing with anywhere between 1-2 hours before we are zonked out. Our weekends are now spent waking up early, play time, getting together with friends or play groups very infrequently, planning the days around Ryan's meals and nap times, and trying to get things done during nap time to keep the house some what organized and functioning. Recently we have spent a good deal of time on the weekends looking for houses to move in to where we can all fit!! Then we have to be back in the house for Ryan to go to sleep and then we have to go to sleep early because no matter what we do he will still be up between 6:30-7. I can't wait for a glass of vino!!!
The second time around is a totally different feeling because yes in a way our lives have already changed. It's already gone from just me and Eric to me and Eric and Ryan. I don't think adding another one to the mix is going to be much different that what we have now, and I love our life and I love being a mom. Just extra chaos to what already exists. We are super excited for our little girl to join the mix, we just don't have all the time to plan and think about it. I actually forget I am pregnant sometimes until I get my weekly email reminding me yet another week has gone by, helps that I am having an awesome pregnancy. I don't have any symptoms to look up because either my ute is already stretched and I'm not feeling it or I don't even have time to notice?? I am way more insecure about my weight this time, last time I loved being preggo and wearing maternity clothes and everyone always said positive things. This time I feel like I get weird looks, like you are huge etc, but when I compare the pics I think I look the exact same. I think as with us, other people don't notice how fast it's going either, so when they see this big ole belly they don't realize we are more than half way there. My mom and I talk about it all the time how we never talk about me being pregnant this time but always about how Ryan is doing!
See I'm the same:
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