Doing her best “So Big!”
I’m sure that when I was airing my grievances about parenting a toddler a couple of weeks ago, many of you thought, “this chick is so done with kids.”
Well, surprise, surprise!
We excited to announce that B’s (only!) baby brother or sister will arrive on or around February 22, 2016 (I finally have a chance at my Pisces baby!)
Before our trip to Ireland, we decided that we would start trying for another little one upon our return. Well, we got back from on Memorial Day weekend and just a couple of weeks later (on Father’s Day, incidently), I was trying to control my squirming toddler while the cashier at CVS rang up my preganancy test and gave me sympathetic looks. An hour later, I was standing in the bathroom, staring at those two blue lines.
I was shocked.
Obviously, I know how babies are made. But, with B, it took exactly one year from the day we threw caution to the wind to the day that I found out that she was on her way. So, I was expecting to wait around for awhile this time, too.
During the days that followed, I would get slightly teary when I would cuddle with B, mourning the fact that she would be my one and only for just a few short months more. As I would drift off to sleep, I would jolt myself awake with panicked thoughts about how we could rearrange B’s room to accommodate both a toddler bed and a crib. I couldn’t help but think that we maybe we had decided to quickly that becoming family of five was a good idea.
But, then, I had my first doctor’s appointment in the middle of July. I saw that tiny blob on the screen and, of course, I was in love.
This pregnancy has been a bit different than the first time around in other ways, too. I feel gigantic already, and I am thanking my lucky stars that I won’t be at my largest in the heat of the summer like I was last time around. I am exhausted of course, which is compounded by the fact that I spend most of my free time chasing a toddler around. I miss the days of my first pregnancy when I could take a three hour nap after work, without a tiny human pulling my hair and chanting “Up, up.” With B, I only had a couple of weeks where I had horrendous all day nausea, but this time around I have felt terrible from 5 p.m. onward every single day since week 6. I would much rather have the former–intense, but short-lived! I don’t really have any food cravings or aversions at the moment, but as soon as I finish one snack, I’m hungry for something else!
I have heard many moms say that they were less worried, and sometimes forgot that they were pregnant. I don’t find this to be true in my case, because I’m just a chronic worrier. I find myself Googling the same things that I did the first time around (“chances of miscarriage at five/six/seven, etc. weeks” still turns up exactly the same search results as it did more than two years ago) plus some new ones (a frequent search is “toddler jumped on my stomach while I was pregnant”). But, remembering how much time I wasted on WebMD last time around, I let myself wander down the rabbit hole for ten minutes and then force myself to move on to something else. I would consider that progress.
B has chosen to deal with the situation by ignoring the fact that anything is happening. When I show her the ultrasound photos she just says “all done” and pushes them away. I point to my belly and tell her that her baby brother or sister is in there, and she toddles off to get one of her Little People babies, as if to say, “No thanks! I already have one!”
I’m getting a what?
Yeah…we’ll keep working on it!