When I found out I was expecting again, I thought “Been there, done that, got puke on that t-shirt”. Surely there couldn’t be that much of a difference between the first and second pregnancies? Well, I was wrong. It later transpired that I needed to order a new t-shirt in a much bigger size but still in that fetching puke shade.
What vegetable is baby today?
With baby 1 the novelty took a while to wear off! Everything was exciting. A miracle was growing inside me. I marvelled every time I thought about the tiny human getting comfortable in my tummy. I signed up to every online baby newsletter going. From fruit/vegetable baby sizes to what I should eat, wear, think and buy. I even took weekly bump photos.
This time round, the novelty wore off after the excitement of seeing that line (and going out to get another test just to confirm it). With a toddler keeping my occupied, I had no time to dwell on it. I signed up again to a couple but I didn’t even open the emails. If it wasn’t funny, I didn’t care.
Where did the glow go?
“The glow” was the default compliment first time around. Usually followed by lots of advice and general enquiries about my welfare.
Second time, it seems the glow had been replaced by a haggered look from the lack of sleep. There were no caring inquisitions or advice overload either. To be honest, I was glad about the demise of the latter but I did miss the fuss a little. I was now a veteran, perpetually tired mum.
Is 6 weeks too early for maternity clothing?
With my first pregnancy, I scrutinised every body change. I say change, I mean enlargement – boobs, bump and bottom. I opted for stretchy clothes i I liked maintaining the illusion that I wasn’t getting that fat. They do say that the first time bump doesn’t grow as quickly right?! It wasn’t until the 3rd trimester that I fully embraced the comfort that is maternity wear!
Well, this time round, everything got bigger much quicker. About a week after I found out, the maternity leggings were deployed*. The rest of my maternity wardrobe quickly followed #noregrets.
*I am still wearing them 8 months post-partum. They are simply amazing and I still have a tummy to keep them in place (thanks to diastasis recti).
I am not ready. Do I need to get ready?
My baby item lists bred lists. I enjoyed ticking things off as I bought and cleaned them – even the secondhand grotty items that were listed as excellent condition on Gumtree but turned out to be anything but and I was too polite to walk away!
This time round, I was happy just with the knowledge that I have what I need somewhere in the house. The “pink room” was designated as the baby room regardless of gender. We might stretch to putting a sticker up if we find the one we bought a while back**. We could just have baby in our room forever and save the hassle.
**We found the sticker, but it hasn’t gone up yet. He’s 8 months old!
Exercise? I have a toddler…
It is important to stay fit and healthy even when all you want to eat are biscuits and ice cream. So I joined an aqua-natal class when pregnant with number 1 eventhough I hated swimming and could just about keep my head above the water. I did ask in advance whether any actual swimming was involved. They said no. They lied. But I kept going.
Now, I get my exercise from running after a toddler who needs constant entertaining. Does the act of eating also count as exercise? I am moving my jaw afterall!
Why is nap time missing from the clock?
The days when I used to come back from home and lounge on the sofa while my other half waited on his pregnant wife were long gone.
After work comes dinner time, then a limbo period before bedtime where the toddler runs off some energy under the supervision of the other half while I attempt to get ready for the next day. Bedtime routine gets dragged out by the toddler who insists he isn’t tired and proceeds to ask for water and the potty 10,000 times. Then comes pudding which I have earned and then I promptly drag myself to bed. And repeat!
It’s a shame that the second pregnancy was not given the limelight it deserved as it was trumped by the demands of the toddler. There were even moments were I forgot I was pregnant. The first time it really hit me was during the first scan when my little one did big yawn. I came over all emotional and the toddler was in the room too. So we may not have obsessed over the developmental milestones or got his room insta-worthy or bought anything new for him*** but we were still madly in love and couldn’t wait to meet him.
***I did get crochet this pram blanket for him as I made a blanket for our first too