First Pregnancy vs. the second

If you haven’t noticed, things are a bit different around here. The new site is officially here! This has been a long time coming so I’m both thrilled and relieved that launch day is finally here! Especially since plans were to launch a bit earlier than this, but apparently growing a baby and raising a toddler changes your timeline dramatically. That’s right, if you haven’t been following along on Instagram, we are expecting once again! It’s been a crazy adventure already, and I’m only (almost) 17 weeks along. Everyone said the second time around would be different, and I guess a part of me listened but a bigger part of me was too busy raising the first kid to listen. Which has become a norm this time around actually. So, I figure with our new site, our first post should focus on this new adventure.

Startling differences in the second pregnancy:

Maternity clothes start earlier:

The first time around, I BEGGED for my bump. It took a good 20 weeks before even the slightest bump would be discovered. I was able to wear my normal clothes for a good amount of time. People even said that they figured I would have a tiny baby. Abby didn’t get that memo since she was over 9lbs at birth, but that’s a different story. This time around, I made it to about 10 weeks before breaking out the maternity pants. And in the 9th week, I was wearing only leggings so honestly, I was just cheating. Basically, the first time your body is learning how to do this. The second time, your uterus goes “oh please, I got this!”

People assume you know everything:

During my first pregnancy, I had an app that tracked everything that was happening with Abby – size compared to fruit, what was developing each week, and what I could do to ensure a healthy pregnancy. I knew my doctor appointments like the back of my hand and counted down to each ultrasound. This time around, I have zero idea what is going on. And that’s not because I don’t care; it’s because my brain is maxed out trying to remember what my toddler needs the next day for daycare or her own doctor appointments, on top of work responsibilities and trying to decide what to make for dinner (damn I’m always hungry this time). Honest example, at the beginning of the post when I stated how many weeks I am, I had to count multiple times in my calendar and kept forgetting the number each time.

Your doctor assumes you know it all:

It’s one thing when your friends, family and coworkers assume you know what you’re doing, it’s an entirely different thing when your doctor assumes it. My very first appointment, the nurse handed me paperwork about my pregnancy (as she had with the first one), and said “But I’m sure you remember all of this from your first one.” I literally stared at that piece of paper and said “Wait, I need to go to the doctor’s how often?” I remember going to appointments with Abby – and all the fun things like getting weighed and peeing in a cup – but completely forgot it happens every four weeks in the start, than every other, than every single week. I now ask my doctor to just treat me like a first timer because it’s just easier.

Your level of sickness will be different:

Apparently every pregnancy is different. Some people are never sick, some are always sick. For me, I was only sick with Abby in the very beginning if I was hungry. Easy solution: I was constantly snacking. And this resolved itself by the ninth week. This time around, I was sick if I was hungry, if I was eating, or if I was full, for 15 weeks. Basically, the only reason I took a pregnancy test was because for a solid week, I felt like I was hungover every single day and found myself eating greasy chips and guacamole. And, I only took it because John thought something might be going on. I didn’t even believe him that pregnancy was a possibility.

You’ll worry, but for different reasons:

With Abby, I was worried constantly that something would happen – miscarriage, preterm birth, diseases. I constantly thought I would receive bad news. And, luckily, for the most part it was a healthy pregnancy. This time, I do worry about some those but not to the same extent. Honestly, my brain is more wrapped around the worry of sharing with two children – sharing my time, patience, and love. The day Abby was born was the day I officially became a mom. I knew I loved her while she was growing inside me, but the day I met her that love tripled. And now, I worry about how I will love this child to the same extent. And I worry about how I’ll explain to my little girl that mommy can’t play with her constantly because her little sister or brother needs me too.

I expect to find even more differences as time goes on, but please share some of your own because I have a feeling I’ll need as much advance warning as possible.