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.
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.