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second time around.

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Lately I’ve been doing a lot of comparing of this pregnancy to my first one.  Probably because now that I’m in the homestretch of this one, I’m realizing how much… less… I’ve done and thought about this time around.

During my first pregnancy, I felt like I was treated (and acted) like a fragile vessel on a magical baby-growing journey.  Pampering, downtime and rest were encouraged.  Everything was new and exciting and a little bit scary, and I had nothing but time to dwell on every little thing that happened.  This time around, I feel like I peed on a stick and then had 3 minutes to celebrate before I had to figure out what to make my toddler for dinner. (Mamas of 2+ kiddos, I salute you.)  It’s not that it’s not as exciting, it truly is, I just haven’t actually had the time to spend focusing on the magical journey that I’m on because I’ve been, you know, busy taking care of my first magical journey.  The good news the second time around is that I have experience on my side, so there’s been way less “IS THIS NORMAL” googling and way more acceptance of what the eff is happening to my body.

So anyways, here are a few examples of the differences I’ve noticed between the two magical journeys I’ve had the immense pleasure of being on…

First pregnancy:  (at 14 weeks along) Look at my teeny tiny baby bump! I must now parade myself belly-first through public places… hoping someone will notice my baby growing skills.
Second pregnancy:  (at 2 weeks along) Holy crap I’m showing already!?! Or is this just residual baby weight from the first time around?  Probably a combo of both.

First pregnancy: Take cute bumpdate photos biweekly.
Second pregnancy: Take 3 total bumpdate photos, which coincide with the only 3 days during my pregnancy where both my hair and makeup are done at the same time.

First pregnancy:  Terrified of labor, but I cannot wait to take my baby home to bask in postpartum bliss!!
Second pregnancy:  Labor shmabor. How am I going to handle postpartum hormones AND 2 small humans?!

First pregnancy: I can’t wait to breastfeed my new baby. What a bonding experience!
Second pregnancy: Nightly pep-talks to psych myself up for breastfeeding/pumping/latching/acid reflux/ouchie nipples.

First pregnancy:  ::reads all the baby books:: I’ve got this ALL figured out. I know exactly what kind of mother I want to be. I know exactly how I’m going to care for, raise and discipline my child.  It can’t be that hard.
Second pregnancy:  ::buys a case of wine:: Let’s just like, try to survive, shall we?

First pregnancy: Research every baby product for hours. Register for every baby product under the sun.
Second pregnancy:  ::buys a case of baby wipes::  K, I’m ready.

First pregnancy: The baby is 13 weeks, 5 days, 6 hours and 47 minutes and is the size of a papaya! The lungs are forming, nerve cells are multiplying, and synapses are forming in the brain.
Second pregnancy: I think I’m in the second trimester? I know I’m due in the fall. Wait, maybe the winter? Definitely this year.

First pregnancy: No caffeine. No soft cheese. No deli meat. etc. etc. etc.
Second pregnancy: “Make it a venti, please.”

First pregnancy: Take a 7-week birth class, prepare a detailed birth plan, curate a birth playlist.
Second pregnancy: Birth plan = try not to crap myself, have baby.

First pregnancy: Shop regularly for cute maternity clothes.
Second pregnancy:  ::adjusts sweatpants::

First pregnancy: Fill out baby book every week, keep an organized file folder of every sonogram and Dr visit report.
Second pregnancy: Accidentally use sonogram as coffee coaster.

First pregnancy: Babymoon! 3 baby showers! Pregnancy photoshoot!
Second pregnancy: High-five myself whenever I get to pee in peace.

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Anyway, all that said… I have absolutely loved both pregnancies equally, but I do think that this time I’m much more excited about the after. That’s when the real fun starts, am I right?  Shout out to both of my babies who made this post possible.

PS pumping can suck it.

 


bumpdate: 36 weeks


shawnnathompson_36weeksHello and welcome to another edition of bumpdate!  We’re nearing the end folks, and I’m starting to wonder which of these updates will be my last. This Friday I will hit the magical 37 week/full-term status and I’m kinda at the point where I’m ready for baby to make an appearance.  Well, ready-ish.  Emotionally ready?  Doubt it.  Physically ready?  Yes please, I’m so uncomfortable, get out.  Logistically ready?  Basically. The only things we have left to do are to install our carseat and pack a bag for the hospital. Speaking of which, can someone please help me with that? So far in my hospital bag I have packed a wheel of brie, a hot tub, 3 bottles of wine, 17 pieces of salmon sashimi, a thermos of the strongest coffee Portland has to offer and a roller coaster. Am I missing anything? Please advise.

Bumpdate time. Let’s do dis.

Weeks: 36 weeks.
Baby is the size of: According to my weekly pregnancy newsletter, the baby is the size of a honeydew melon this week. Shyahhhh right!  That can only be true if that honeydew melon is the size and weight of a 12 pound bowling ball.
Weight gain: Duh.
Cravings: I still just want all the ice cubes in the world. I don’t know if it’s the heat or what but I pretty much refuse to drink water if it doesn’t have 7 million ice cubes in it.  And I’m seriously tempted to call Sonic and ask them to ship me some of their ice cubes. You know, the round little cubes that come in their limeades and such? They’re perfect. I daydream about them.  (….It’s an exciting life I lead…)
Sleep: Not good. I’m waking up several times per night and then I stay awake for at least 1-2 hours each time. Basically I’m practicing for nighttime feedings… because I’m just such a good mama already.
Movement: This kid has some major reach. At any given time I can feel it crushing my pelvis, kicking my ribs and poking my sides, all at the same time. If the last bumpdate movements felt like Elaine Benes dancing, then this week is Richard Simmons workouts. Basically my baby has some really classy moves.
Symptoms: You know, I always thought that the pregnant waddle was (for the most part) exaggerated and probably avoidable. However, no. The only comfortable way for me to walk lately is with my legs 2 feet apart and my arms swinging like crazy. #seksi
Missing: I really miss not looking like a cabbage patch kid.
Happenings: We took a baby CPR class last week and as soon as we left the building I promptly forgot everything we learned. I’d like to blame pregnancy brain but that seems counterintuitive? I’ve since printed out the CPR manual and plan to make copies and stick them to every surface of our house.
Also happening, Casey and I took our babymoon trip last weekend! Which is such a ridiculous concept but I’ll take a vacation regardless of how silly it sounds. I’ll post more on that later this week… get excited.

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