What 5 years can give you
I've learned a few things in the past week or so (which if you take into account my sleeping habits as of late, you'd wonder how the hell I've gotten anything done). All of these learnings are all pregnancy and baby related, so if this isn't what you want to read, well feel free to click away now.
The first of these big learnings (either of which is really earth shattering) is that being about 5 years older than I was when I was pregnant with my son has all but done my body in. I am out of breath constantly and I would like nothing better than to sleep constantly. Now all of this may not be a surprise to all of you, but to me, it feels like the rug has been pulled out from under me. The first time around I was able to bounce back into full swing during the second trimester. I was working full time with little adjustments to my schedule. Was downing bottles of water in full pregnancy mode and well, able to keep up with the husband in a nice trot through the mall. This time around you'd think I was trying to carry an anvil across my middle.
My back aches. I lie in a puddle of sleep each and every morning--when I should be getting up to tend to work or the kiddo that is now a four and a half year old that needs undivided mommy time before the second comes along. What the hell has happened? Five years is nothing right?
As for that second learning, well, it is of even less importance that what you might think. But for me, it's still an eye opener. I'm still in denial. After the crappy fallness called my life, I haven't let myself fully drop into this pregnancy bliss. Sure, I've watched what I've eaten, I've rested, and I even had to pull out the maternity clothes. But my defenses were up and I have kept the hopes for the baby at bay for my protection as well as my sanity. But now we have our 20 week appointment on Tuesday. And for those of you not akin to the pregnancy calendar, that means we have the 20 week ultrasound. Which means, sex talk. No, not the sex, sex can you still have it even with what feels like a football in your abdomen discussion--that would be too fun. Oh and so you know, it sure is possible. It is the sex of the baby talk.
Are we gonna find out the sex? Yep. Are we gonna share? I am sure eventually once the family and close friends hear the news--I might even share it here. BUT, the real point is... this makes it REAL. I mean, real real. As in. Wow. I am having another baby.
This is a good thing. One we--as a family unit--had hoped for. But, um, how can I put this correctly. What the hell were we thinking? The up all night long stuff? The oh-God-can-this-kid-be-done-nursing-yet thoughts. Oh and the whole spontaneity that has become a bit of the norm around here again. It'll be gone in a poof of a second (or hours as my labor is likely to go). I am not so sure I am ready for this again. Not to mention the idea of juggling two kids around.
Again, this *is* something thought about before doing the deed that has one in my condition. Hello? I did it one time around, I am no idiot when it comes to the second time. But we all have a right to second guess ourselves right? Or at least wonder what life will be like in the future. Which is right where I am at right now. Well that, and lying on the couch in something resembling a pile of nodding-off rubbish that would like nothing better than non-responsibility for a few months before another little urchin screams into the world.
The first of these big learnings (either of which is really earth shattering) is that being about 5 years older than I was when I was pregnant with my son has all but done my body in. I am out of breath constantly and I would like nothing better than to sleep constantly. Now all of this may not be a surprise to all of you, but to me, it feels like the rug has been pulled out from under me. The first time around I was able to bounce back into full swing during the second trimester. I was working full time with little adjustments to my schedule. Was downing bottles of water in full pregnancy mode and well, able to keep up with the husband in a nice trot through the mall. This time around you'd think I was trying to carry an anvil across my middle.
My back aches. I lie in a puddle of sleep each and every morning--when I should be getting up to tend to work or the kiddo that is now a four and a half year old that needs undivided mommy time before the second comes along. What the hell has happened? Five years is nothing right?
As for that second learning, well, it is of even less importance that what you might think. But for me, it's still an eye opener. I'm still in denial. After the crappy fallness called my life, I haven't let myself fully drop into this pregnancy bliss. Sure, I've watched what I've eaten, I've rested, and I even had to pull out the maternity clothes. But my defenses were up and I have kept the hopes for the baby at bay for my protection as well as my sanity. But now we have our 20 week appointment on Tuesday. And for those of you not akin to the pregnancy calendar, that means we have the 20 week ultrasound. Which means, sex talk. No, not the sex, sex can you still have it even with what feels like a football in your abdomen discussion--that would be too fun. Oh and so you know, it sure is possible. It is the sex of the baby talk.
Are we gonna find out the sex? Yep. Are we gonna share? I am sure eventually once the family and close friends hear the news--I might even share it here. BUT, the real point is... this makes it REAL. I mean, real real. As in. Wow. I am having another baby.
This is a good thing. One we--as a family unit--had hoped for. But, um, how can I put this correctly. What the hell were we thinking? The up all night long stuff? The oh-God-can-this-kid-be-done-nursing-yet thoughts. Oh and the whole spontaneity that has become a bit of the norm around here again. It'll be gone in a poof of a second (or hours as my labor is likely to go). I am not so sure I am ready for this again. Not to mention the idea of juggling two kids around.
Again, this *is* something thought about before doing the deed that has one in my condition. Hello? I did it one time around, I am no idiot when it comes to the second time. But we all have a right to second guess ourselves right? Or at least wonder what life will be like in the future. Which is right where I am at right now. Well that, and lying on the couch in something resembling a pile of nodding-off rubbish that would like nothing better than non-responsibility for a few months before another little urchin screams into the world.
Labels: life, motherhood, parenting, pregnancy
