And just like that, I’m in my third trimester. I’m not sure what kind of sorcery is at play here, but how can I possibly be having a second baby in less than 3 months?!
The lack of pregnancy-related posts on my blog is a pretty good reflection of how this pregnancy has gone in general: barely noticed. Not that we’re not exceedingly grateful and excited for this little soul to make his way into the world, but we just don’t have the time or energy to devote to anxiously anticipating his arrival the way that we did with his older brother. Charlie is growing more and more independent every day, so 99.9% of our attention is directed at him. Just please don’t ask me how I’m going to continue to nurture his little adventurous self, as well as a newborn baby. Those are logistics that I am just not yet ready to come to terms with. I am very much of the mindset, “we’ll cross that bridge when we get there.”
This pregnancy has proven more difficult than Charlie’s. I was sicker the first trimester and I’ve gotten a whole lot bigger a whole lot faster than I did with C. With Charlie, I only gained 23 pounds and was pretty proud of that fact. Karma. Total karma. I’m not eating more than I did this time around. If anything, I might be eating less because I’m too busy to stop for a snack throughout the day. But I am eating less healthfully which I know I need to get better about.
Being pregnant during the summer is also a whole different ball game. The heat really affects me so I have to be careful about being outside for too long, lest I start to feel faint and nauseated. Not to mention, I have just about no clothes that fit this bump so my grand plans for the summer involve sitting around my house in a sports bra, book in hand and A/C on high, for the next three-ish months.
Although I am not free of anxieties about having two boisterous little kiddos and having to start from scratch once again after it feels that our family has just now settled into a rhythm, I’m excited. I’ve had my fair share of sad thoughts at the idea that my first baby will no longer be my baby and I’m really fearful of him feeling neglected when the baby comes and I can’t focus all of my love and attention on him. That being said, I’ve had this phantom feeling for a while that our family is not yet complete and I’m really looking forward to completing it. Chuck and I have talked about how many kids we’d like to have and I think this is going to be it for us. That could garner a whole other post in and of itself, but suffice to say, I feel really contented thinking about our soon-to-be, perfect little family of four.