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.
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