It's amazing how quickly and interminably slow your second pregnancy goes. Whilst I feel like I have been pregnant since the beginning of time (we found out the first millisecond we could possibly have conceived), I can't believe I am inching towards 30 weeks. Since I assume I will go a little early (H was 10 days early, and I always measure a bit large), this could mean 8 - 10 more weeks of baby-carrying. I'll blink and I'll be in labor once again. How did we get here?
I've banished any "second-child syndrome" chatter from the house. (It was getting out of hand, from lots of sources. I feel for you, second children. We firstborns apparently steal all of your parents' attention, all of your toys, your ability to think independently, your ability to speak as quickly as us, and probably will end up drop-kicking you a lot during your formative years. We're pretty treacherous; but I promise you this, Newbie: not on my watch. We'll figure it out together.)
(Also, your big bro is pretty spectacular. Just keep an eye on him around your puffs.)
I've been nesting like crazy this week, and I hope that continues through delivery. I've never been so productive, y'all. I still haven't hit the third trimester wall, so I've got a lot of energy to make lists, clean out drawers, read Economics, attend playgroup, and read for pleasure. I've been waking up at 6 AM each morning to jump-start the day (it is always wise to remain a few steps ahead of a two year-old), and it's actually been some wonderful bonus time. By the time H stirs around 7ish, I've already checked several things off of my ever-expanding To-Do list.
Hey! Let's talk about weight gain. Yeah... Well, I am just pleased that I didn't put on TWENTY pounds in TWO months like I did the last go-round. The weight has come on slow and steady, and I'm now up 30 pounds. I can handle gaining 40 this time. If we go for a third, perhaps I can actually stay in the normal weight-gain range! But I've made my peace with it. This is my body on pregnancy. I feel good; I exercise; I eat my veggies. (And all of the Klondike bars, but LAY OFF ME I'M STARVING.)
Where is all the weight going this time around? My belly is GINORMOUS. People say incredibly rude and/or presumptuous things to me all the time. ("Two more weeks, right? "You must be counting the days, huh?" "You got two in there?" "I can't believe you have that long - you look much further along!") Last night, I'm fairly sure my Econ prof thought my water was about to break in his class. (It very well might, y'all. It's a long semester.)
When class ended, a girl I hadn't met smiled at me and said, "Can I just tell you - I think you look beautiful!" How kind.
And thank you, stranger, for reminding me what's really going on here.