Wednesday, July 15, 2015
I'm having another baby in January.
The difference between this pregnancy and my first one is already pretty drastic. The only thing that's the same is the nausea. God, I had forgotten how absolutely awful that is - not being able to eat anything or smell food or open the fridge without gagging. I hate, hate, hate it. But I know it could be worse so I can't complain too much, I'm not hospitalised or actually vomiting.
Thankfully I'm now over the worst of it and I've managed to somehow cope with being at work in a customer service related role while feeling so bad.. I am definitely not doing this again so every week I am pregnant is another week gone forever - it can't go to too quickly as far as I'm concerned. I am not one of those people who enjoy pregnancy. I'm quite a private person and I hate the attention you get, and the having to talk about it all the time. Also it's pretty uncomfortable.
I do love the result though and I am very lucky to be able to be pregnant I know. I'm also SO looking forward to being heavily pregnant in the winter instead of the summer. Oh my god, the massive jumpers I can wear to hide the fatness, the cold days and nights, the cosy heating and sofa evenings. The nice wintery food, soup and roast dinners. I can't wait. I'm also looking forward to knowing exactly what breastfeeding a newborn entails. If the birth all goes smoothly-ish and the baby is healthy, I know nothing can faze me.
- I keep forgetting I'm pregnant instead of obsessing over it every second of the day.
- I've had no splitting headaches or time off work (apart from missing one 2 hour shift when I felt too sick to get off the sofa). I feel like my body knows what it is doing and has jumped right back into it. Pretty sure I'm going to be bigger this time, despite all my Jillian Michaels ab workouts... I've already broken out the maternity jeans.
- I don't feel stressed out or anxious. I feel completely calm and in control and like everything will work out.
- I've only had 2 naps instead of spending several days in bed feeling sorry for myself (like I could ever do that with a 3 year old around!).
- I don't care at all how or where I give birth. Home birth = lol. I'm so over that! Too much mess, not enough space in my house, and too thin walls here... I'm happy to give birth in the hospital 35 minutes away where there is literally a field and a mountain right outside the door of the maternity unit.
- I have absolutely no burning desire to find out the sex of the baby, we'll find out when I give birth.
- I haven't thought at all about where the baby will sleep, what it will wear or what baby products I need to buy. At this stage last time I was desperately sorting out the house and wondering where a highchair would go. I was reading my old Livejournal from when I was pregnant before and cringing so hard at all the angst. Wow, just get on with it past me!
- The weeks are going by like lightning instead of dragging endlessly. I'm already 12 weeks and I feel like I only just found out.
We planned this baby. It turns out I did want my son to have a sibling after all.
There will be a 4 year age gap which isn't what people seem to do these days but there isn't much we can do about that now. I really wanted to get my last pregnancy over with and get on with my life, I've been waiting for the right time for a long time and when we finally realised it was never going to happen we just decided to go for it.
Well that's all I have to say on the matter at the moment - apart from how lovely it has been to hear Mostyn talking about "his" baby and all the things he's going to show it and tell it about. He's been going around showing people the scan photo and going "I've got something REALLY EXCITING to show you!!!"
That's going to be a nice bonus of him being that bit older. He can help out more and really understand what's going on. I am confident he's going to be a fantastic big brother. I'm pleased he doesn't go to school until Sept 2016 so we'll have nine months with him at home (with playgroup in the mornings) so he can get used to the new baby/routine and they can bond. I'm so excited about having two kids. Can't even describe it.