I think I felt more connected to my pregnancy and the baby when I was pregnant with Bean than with the current bean because my symptoms were so severe that I was constantly thinking about the fact that I was pregnant.
Now, not so much.
Days go by without a single thought towards it. Then I have a day like today where too little sleep plus back to back errands leaves me achy, crampy and flat-on-my back exhausted. And then I’m like, “Oh yeah. I am pregnant. Probably shouldn’t try to do too much like that again.”
Or maybe this is second child syndrom already setting in.
Hmmm. Not so sure. I just think it is hard to forget that you are pregnant and that fact is sucking the very life out of you when you are barfing 20 times a day.
So glad this pregnancy is completely different.
I am definitely excited. I honestly can’t wait until I feel that first kick. To daily know that there is new life within me. And as much as I fear becoming a huge fat beached whale by the end of the pregnancy (brought on by the fact that I’ve already gained 9lbs… which by the way, what the heck?! I am eating healthy and stuff.), I actually like having that round basketball tummy and all the maternity clothes that go with it.
I am very excited to be so close to the end around Christmas time. Many moms that I know that have been pregnant at that time say it is a unique experience.
I am excited to have another homebirth with my awesome midwife.
I am excited to have my babies interact. For Bean to be a big sister.
And despite everyone else’s wishes, I really hope I am having a girl. I’ve got my name picked out and everything. This time I’m not sharing though. I don’t want the criticism.