The 2nd Pregnancy
My pregnancy with Milla was such a breeze that I was just so excited when I discovered I was pregnant again.
I couldn’t wait to feel those first kicks, to have people touch my belly and marvel at my little miracle (yes, I am one of those who enjoys the stranger hands on my bump), to break out the maternity wear and shop in all different stores to jazz up the sizeable belly. I was so comfortable and blissfully happy in my first pregnancy that I never quite got to the stage where I wanted her ‘OUT!’
Now, with 15 weeks to go, all I want is ‘OUT!’
I feel incredibly guilty that I want it over, particularly since so many women, friends included only dream to be in my position right now…but I am so totally and utterly uncomfortable.
There have been so many emotional ups and downs with the baby’s health and the 40 degree heat that Melbourne is experiencing is just not my cup of tea when I feel like I have a hot water bottle shoved up my singlet day and night!
I am certain that looking after a toddler (who has now decided that running is the best thing ever and “no don’t” are her most frequently used words) is even more exhausting than working a full 45 hour week.
And, friends and family have all commented on how huge I am and that I look like I’m at week 40 already – not what you want to hear when you have a good 15 weeks left of baby putting on weight!
You can then imagine my shock when husband announces that having four children might not be so bad! Hmmm…at this stage, not likely! But as ‘Chelle says, we soon forget the challenging times and I can only imagine that when this beautiful baby of mine does decide to arrive, all the stress and discomfort will surely melt away with the first sight of scrunched up hands and tiny feet, and the first smell, cuddles and kisses of what can only be described as pure newborn goodness.
January 12th, 2010 at 4:27 pm
I also get huge, and was really miserable during my second pregnancy. When I was pregnant with my first child, people would say I looked beautiful (the only truly acceptable comment to someone who is expecting) but with my second all people could seem to get out of their gaping faces was how HUGE I was. I would go home and cry and obsess about it. After I had her I would obsess about the weight that did not budge the entire time I breast fed (grr.) and was consumed by the idea that people were probably still gaping and telling each other how big I was. With my third now, also due in about 12 weeks, I decided I was not going to be miserable and have determined to try to be positive. I am bigger than with my daughter, but have since come up with some great come-backs (“Oh! You look like you’ve put some pounds on too!” or “When is your baby due?”) which I think have sent the message.
January 15th, 2010 at 6:32 pm
Some come-backs I will have to try! Today I was told I “must be due any day now” and with 15 weeks to go I kind of freaked out…I thought I was big, but not that big!!
I am trying to stay positive (because afterall, we are very lucky Mums to be able to have a baby) and in the meantime I am also trying to stay out of the cookie jar – but both are proving quite difficult:)