Taking a little vacation has given me a second to take a step back and reflect on this pregnancy. Gosh are there so many differences between my pregnancy with Mallory and this one...yet, countless similarities all at the same time.
Let me explain...
From the moment I started sharing the news of our second pregnancy, people asked the same question, "do you have any idea what you're having?" Uhhhhh no! I know some women swear they can tell whether their baby is a boy or a girl from the moment they are conceived; I'm not one of those women. I had no "sense" of baby's sex the first time, and was equally clueless the second time around. I had all the same symptoms, raging hormones, mood swings, skin breakouts, fatigue, morning sickness (albeit less intense)...yet one baby was a girl and one is a boy. I have gained less weight this time around, but that could simply be a testament to the fact that I started off 20 pounds heavier than I did the first time.
The differences have really been in my emotional preparedness and connection with the baby. This has nothing to do with my level of excitement to meet our son, but more to do with the fact that I have a toddler keeping me busy. My day isn't spent fantasizing about meeting him, savoring each flutter and dreaming of holding him in my arms, but rather changing diapers and banging pots and pans together with Mallory. I feel like this pregnancy is going by so fast and I'm so unprepared. I hope the "nesting urge" kicks in at some point or baby Woody is going to be stuck wearing his sister's clothes...
Kyle has kind of shared the same sentiments. He is admittedly totally unaware of this pregnancy (shoot, even I forget I'm pregnant at times.) He works long hours and when he does make it home at a decent time it's all about Mallory, as it should be. It wasn't until a week or so ago that he said "woah! where'd that belly come from all of a sudden." Even sitting in the ultra sound appointment a couple of weeks ago, he was busy watching/entertaining Mallory, so he didn't really have a chance to soak in the experience. He says that he still sees Mallory as the "baby" so it's hard for him to imagine someone else assuming that role in our family.
All of that being said, we are so anxious to see what life with a little boy and two kids will be like! Kyle has one sister and I have three sisters, so there are very few boys in the family. I love referring to him by his name and saying "he" instead of she. Kyle has said things like "we really should brace ourselves, I did some pretty dumb shit growing up." and "do you realize we will eventually have to feed a teenage boy?!"
We are so blessed to be able to grow our family and experience this joy not only once but twice! I hope to make a more conscious effort to be still each evening and enjoy those kicks, jabs and rolls coming from my belly.
Am I the only one to experience this with their second pregnancy?