As I’m sitting here, dreaming of a place that includes a
soft pillow and a fuzzy blanket, all I can think about is how I could possibly
sneak in a nap today. I think that basically sums up my thoughts about the first trimester
of my second pregnancy so far. TIRED. In need of rest.
I spent the first seven weeks not really being certain if I
was pregnant or not. Yes, I did have a positive pregnancy test but it was two
years expired. Being cheap (which in hindsight was really, really stupid) I
didn’t want to shell out the extra money to take another test and figured my OB
would be able to tell me a yes or no. At this point I wasn’t overly exhausted
and I didn’t have any lower back pain like I had with Lucan. So I wasn’t
convinced that I was really pregnant or not.
While I have had a relatively easy pregnancy so far (no
severe nausea or vomiting), my body takes a bit to adjust to growing a baby. I
have weird food things. I don’t like most food smells. I have crazy dreams. My
face doesn’t glow – it just breaks out. Lance says I snore more. I don’t
believe him. My balance is askew – I keep toppling over during yoga class.
My food tendencies are very similar to when I was pregnant
with Lucan. All meat smells make me gag. Eggs and egg smells make me run in the
opposite direction. I can actually handle the thought of barbeque this time
around which surprises me. I’ve been eating a lot of popsicles, namely Bomb
Pops. For some reason they taste AMAZING. I want light, light, light. Nothing
heavy or hearty.
I’ve actually switched to tea right now instead of coffee.
It’s not really a caffeine choice; it’s more of a taste preference. But based
on my exhaustion, maybe I should be keeping on with the caffeine!
Life is a mess. Lance has had to pick up some of the slack
and I’ve just decided to not care. So yes, our house is not picked up and
there’s almost two months of ironing. I’ve put a ban on wearing anything that
wrinkles. When I pick Lucan up from daycare I plop him down in front Curious
George and pass out for 24 minutes. For Mother’s Day I’ve asked for a pedicure
and for someone to come and clean our house. I'm fairly certain you could get
this for any mom and they’d be happy.
My doctor appointments have been uneventful. Which I
appreciate. When it comes to ob/gyn appointments, no news is good news. We had
a scare with Fifth’s Disease, which Lucan didn’t end up coming down with, but
they still did a blood draw for at my last appointment. Disappointing because I
strongly dislike having my arm poked for blood. (My strong dislike could stem
from passing out in my ob’s office when trying to pay my copay or passing out
at work during a health screen. I know from past history to chug water ahead of
time and make sure I lay down and warn the phlebotomist about my prior
experiences.)
Next month we’ll find out the baby’s gender, which I’m
really excited about. With Lucan we had a big family brunch and did a gender
reveal party, but I’m not sure if we’ll do all that again. Lance has said that
second children get no love at all. This coming from a second child. J
If you ask Lucan if he wants a brother or a sister, his answer will depend on
the day. Sometimes it’s a sister, sometimes it’s a brother.
Lucan definitely knows that he’s getting sibling. He unexpectedly
announced it to my parents the day before we were telling the whole family at
Lu’s birthday party. I heard his sweet voice coming from the next room telling
my dad “mommy’s gonna have a baby.” And my dad replying with “what? say that
again Lucan.” I had an “oh crap” moment and figured the cat was out of the bag.
That just goes to show, you can’t trust a three year-old with your secrets :)
We told the rest of our family at Lucan’s birthday party. We
saved our gift for last and Lu pulled out a “big brother” t-shirt along with a
few other things. It was fun to be able to tell the majority of our family at
one time. As far as the rest of the world, we’ve slowly been rolling the
information out to people as we saw them and finally went public on facebook.
It’s really fun to see the outpouring of love and support from all people. It
takes a village to raise a child – or just 200 of your closest facebook
friends!
