People love to tell you things when you are pregnant. It
is like the belly brings out the sage in everyone. I really don’t mind
unsolicited advice, I ignore it if I don’t agree or it doesn't apply. Some people are kinda annoying about it, but
I let it speak about them rather than rile me up. For example, Josh’s uncle has an incredibly
annoying girlfriend, who most people don’t care for. She is also a close talker
which amplifies her vex factor. Before
we started trying for baby number two there was a half serious joke going
around.
That perhaps we should spin the sperm in order to have a
baby girl. My mother-in-law has always wanted a girl after having two boys of
her own and there are no girl cousins/nieces on her side of the family. People got really into the idea and even
started offering money to the fund. At
the end of the day I wouldn’t go there for multiple reasons, but it was fun to
joke about. Well annoying uncle’s
girlfriend had lots of opinions about why we should not do this and would not
give it a rest. Then the uncle broke up
with her, we all rejoiced, I got knocked up with a girl naturally, and then
they got back together, horror. She got
all up in my face at my son’s second birthday party telling me how right she
was, it took everything in my 8th month hormonal power not to say
something. I walked away mid-lecture and
she commented that I was rude. HA!
Anyhow I digress, then vs. now. So this pregnancy is much different than my
first. But it is mostly due to what is
happening on the outside vs. the inside.
It is way different working full time while pregnant versus laying on
the couch adjusting to my new life. It
is very different having a toddler to take care of versus planning for your
first baby. I attribute these two things
to significantly less weight gain than last time, like 15 pounds less. Not that I really put too much stock in this.
I think it is kinda crazy when the doc told me he wanted me to gain 15-20
pounds. I was like who does that? There
is like this ridiculously fit army wife who was weight lifting and going to
spin class five times a week until 36 weeks and she gained 30 pounds!!! So when
I gained 40 pounds with the first I was like whatever. I lost all but five of
it, so cool. Now I have gained between 20-24 depending on the day, and I am
like huh? I am definitely not eating or exercising better. I think I am just
moving more due to life.
The other big difference is the feeling of being
settled. Last pregnancy so much in our
life was up in the air. We were hoping
to leave the army and return home. But how and if we were going to be able to
do that, we just didn’t know. And I worried about it constantly. A lot of our decision, almost everything,
depending on me getting a job. That as I
whined a lot about was extremely difficult. In the end I did not get a job, we
left the army anyway, and moved back home to Josh’s parents. Neither of us had jobs, but we did have a
baby, cat, reptiles and a lot of crap. It was incredibly stressful and horrifying. It
was not how I imagined the circumstances of my life when starting my family.
Especially at the age of 40, good grief.
I remember crying, I did that a lot, because I was focusing on job
searching rather than mothering my infant.
Let the mommy guilt begin!!!
Throw in all the overwhelming feelings of being a new
parent, and I often asked myself if I was crazy and if I was leading my life
off the rails. That maybe all along I
had expected too much from my life. That marrying a military man that I had
spent less than a 100 days with, leaving my life and moving cross country, immediately
getting knocked up, and then lobbying to leave the army because I wanted to go
back to California and lead a “normal life”.
Sounds nutso doesn’t it. Yeah that negative anxiety voice was taking
charge. This was the context of my first
pregnancy.
Now, as I incubate our second child we are pretty much
exactly where I wanted us to be. And I
feel settled. I am actually surpassing our expectations. I have a great job that doesn’t require me to
get on a freeway and commute, is 20
minutes door to door with daycare drop-off.
That is pretty rare in Southern California. We bought a house!!! (With a
great deal of assistance, but still, we are home.) Josh is going to school and
enjoying it. And at the age of 41, we are having our second child, a girl that
didn’t involve spinning sperm for. No
big life changes are on the horizon for probably 2 years when Josh graduates
and hopefully enters the work force. Not
that I don’t anticipate life stressors, because that is life. I am sure a car
will break down, or the HVAC, but hopefully nothing that money can’t fix. I just hope for everyone to remain healthy,
to remain employed, and to transition well to a family of four.
I really don’t know how I got so fortunate to be living
this life. Because with pregnancy #1 I
really had no fucking idea how things were going to work out, and pregnancy #2,
I just hope for all that is working to keep working. The other minor differences are that this
baby moves WAY more than Jonah ever did. People like to say, “Oh that is
because you know what to feel for this time”. Horseshit. She moves more, or my
placenta is placed differently so I can feel more. In fact, Josh fessed up that
he never felt the baby move when he touched my belly. Nice fibber. But this
time, he can feel her all the time. Last night she was really pushing around in
there, you can see my belly move, that never happened before, and Josh felt her
and was like, is that a heel? Does that
wake you up? So that part is kinda fun.
I am also not as grossed out by pregnancy as before. I kinda knew my body was
going to get gross. But this time, no horrid rash, I don’t pee myself as often,
and due to having a job to go to I do shower and get myself more
presentable. Josh agrees that I am more
attractive this pregnancy, interesting. What was he not saying last time????
Other than even worse asthma during the second trimester this time than last,
it has been pretty much the same. And oh I have been way less worried about
every little thing concerning the pregnancy. I do not go to my appointments
with a notebook full of questions, I do not pester my doctor friends with questions,
and I am not in major prep mode. In fact, there was no prep list and this week
I finally started getting things together. My long time friends didn’t believe that
I had waited this long and there was no spreadsheet. I just didn’t feel the need, plus I had a lot
of other shit to do in terms of the move and work. And it is not like I can get
a nursery completely together because all the reptiles are living in there
right now. The snake house should be completed about a week before the
birth. (crossing fingers) And really all I need is a place for the baby
to sleep, done basinet ready for our bedroom, changing station, (already have
that for number one), clothes (handmedowns and carter’s took care of that), a new
glider because the first one sucked and we still use it for number one (got an
awesome shermag glider on craigslist), a double stroller (ditto about cl, and who
knows if I will use it), infant carseat from last time is ready. Plus we have a buttload of family that will
be here to help, unlike last time. So
like we got this I think. I feel like we
got life by the balls in fact and we are WINNING!! Now that is a completely
different pregnancy.