The difference between #1 and #2
That title is deceiving
But this has nothing to do with potty training…I just wanted to jot down how this pregnancy has been different to my pregnancy with Will. Just so I don’t forget. And because it’s relevant to some of the quickie photos I had Jer snap outside of me in my ‘happy stage’ vs. any future ‘uncomfortably large stage’ photos that might make an appearance.
First – the biggest and most notable difference in this pregnancy is my lack of rose-colored glasses. With Will, I was IN LOVE with being pregnant. I seriously thought I never looked or felt better. I could not see my weight gain or my puffy eyelids or my swollenness or felt anything more than mildly uncomfortable. This time around, I see it. I see it and I feel it. Maybe it’s because I am older…or because I’m pregnant during an excruciatingly hot summer but I feel huge and every position is uncomfortable. I never struggled sleeping…this time if my pillows aren’t just right then neither am I. Plus, that feeling of excitement, that feeling that nothing could be more attractive than pregnancy, that overwhelming positivity is just not here.
Don’t get me wrong…I am THRILLED that we are pregnant and expecting another baby boy. But I think this time around I am looking forward more to the baby itself. This stage has just lost it’s romance if you know what I mean. Plus, every time I think about being pregnant I think of all those women out there that are waiting or trying or frustrated with their own journey. Those gals and guys have my heartstrings.
Besides the emotional part of it, the physical part is different too. For one, I am carrying lower than I did with Will. So I have more siatica pain. And I am hot all the time…it’s like I have a space heater strapped to my belly. And my rear end? Holy MOLY. It’s growing as fast as my belly is. And basically I am uncomfortable in clothing. If I could be naked 100% of the time, I would. Of course, I don’t think the FedEx guy would appreciate that.
This time around I am not craving salty foods like I did with Will. With him, I downed boxes and boxes of Super Pretzels dipped in mustard. And I wanted sushi…sushi with lots of soy sauce. This time – cold fruit and dark chocolate. I am loving Fruit Bars (Lemon or Strawberry are this weeks favorites) and COKE. Seriously…I want it all the time. Of course, I don’t. But there is quite a lot of time invested in thinking about how delicious a tall glass of ice with a cold coke poured on top would be. I can practically feel the fizz on my tongue as we speak.
Speaking of foods – let’s talk aversions. With Will there was a moment that I could not stand Burger King french fries. And I am a fan of the King’s fries. But for some reason they tasted ashy to me. This time, me and BK get along just fine. What I can’t think about? Meat. Ground beef to be exact. If I smell it cooking, I seriously wanna hack up a hairball. And then vomit on it. And that would be more appealing than ground meat.
Of course, this time around, I am tired. With a constant chase going on in the house (me after Will or my next hit of dark chocolate), I am exhausted. Usually I am a really good sleeper…but it seems like the time that I wanna crash is in the afternoon…when a certain two-year-old is wide awake…so I can’t. I was expecting the tiredness in the beginning (I had it with Will too) but this late in the pregnancy is totally unforseeable. I guess I just see it as God’s way of preparing to be up all the time when our little baby makes his appearance.
Now let’s talk Braxton Hicks. Seriously. Those suckers are no joke. I actually had my first episode with them this month and I was SHOCKED. Since my labor was more like cramps, I was surprised to feel something this early that was more intense than labor pains. And I never had anything more than tightness and a hard-as-a-rock belly with Will. This time? Three hours of crying. Calling my mom. Contemplating a call to the doctor or a visit to the ER. Wowza. In the end, we figured out that my lack of drinking water played a big part. Now if I feel them starting to come on, I down as much water in a half hour as possible and continue to drink all throughout the day. That’s tough for me because I am a desert creature…as in I usually could be completely content with one glass of water all day.
#2 has also brought along a surprising desire. As in Jeremy. As in I could literally jump his bones at any moment. I can’t get enough of him in the bedroom. Sorry mom. It’s true though…I am so lucky to have married such an amazing man and to have a family with him…but I am so so lucky that he does it for me. like that pit-of-my-stomach wanting. animal lust. the kind of thing most people only feel towards bacon. it’s uncontrollable.
Nesting…hasn’t happened. Not even a little. I have no desire to clean or get anything ready this time around. It’s weird but I don’t even have much drive to do the nursery yet. It’s very odd. Maybe it’ll kick in later? Maybe because of the whole tiredness thing? Maybe because I’d rather be throwing myself at Jeremy than at our dirty floors? All sound legitimate.
Last but not least…skin tags. SERIOUSLY. I thought they were an urban myth….like needles in gas pump handles or how calories fell out of broken oreos. And then I got pregnant. In a very sexy turn of events, I have had to clip two off my body so far…both in my underarms. They are the pits. Pun totally intended. And no, nothing says sexy like saying the words “witch’s warts” and “bloody armpits” in the same sentence.
SOoo…that’s all the uber-personal info you need to know for now. Anyone else wanna share your crazy pregnancy body issues or random cravings or lack of nesting? Or perhaps your second pregnancy was totally different than your first? Or you had intense Braxton Hicks too? Or perhaps you also hated ground beef but couldn’t get enough of your husbands meat? Sorry….pregnancy makes me more inappropriate. which is possible contrary to popular belief.
p.s. all these photos were taken by Jer in the backyard. Yes. I begged.
p.p.s. Wanna see old pregnant-with-Will maternity photos? Click here.