So it has been over 4 months since I posted last! Holy cats!
I am just gonna say it – this 2nd pregnancy is kicking my
butt. A little bit literally. My left butt cheek has been killing me for
about a month now and I do not know why but it blows the big one. I was so naïve. I had such an easy, I would even say,
beautiful first pregnancy that I thought this will be a little harder but only because
I am chasing a toddler. Boy am I dumb! For those of you thinking about jumping into number
two (bed), you may not want to read this or you might!
Let me say I was in slightly better shape this time
around. I was weighing 15lbs less than
when I started my last pregnancy. I thought
that would help. I am sure in some way
it is healthier but a human being growing inside you is gonna weigh you down
regardless. I also sit a lot less than I
did working through my first pregnancy but chasing a toddler sucks every bit of
energy I have. Oh and did I mention he
no longer naps. Mommy needs naps but not
happening in this house.
I ate like a champ first time around. By that I mean I ate every 2-3 hours. I felt great too. This time I am so busy worrying about
everyone else that I think I eat about every 4-5 hours and when I feel dizzy I
sneak something in quick. Even right now
as I am sitting here with nothing else to do, I am hungry. But I am too tired, sore, and lazy to get up
and find something to eat!
Okay it is time to talk about those beautiful changes in
your body during pregnancy. I toned up a
bit after my first pregnancy. Breastfeeding
was an amazing way to lose weight and my son’s desire for me to walk with him
and bounce him made him a great personal trainer. However, when I started to have issues with
my second cyst on my ovary I got lazy and depressed, so guess what happened. Some pounds came back! Oh well I thought. But as the pregnancy weight began to start
showing up I saw how the second pregnancy looks different. Oh I have the belly but I also have the
flabby flap at the bottom of the belly.
It is not cute or anything that should be photographed. It is there along with the stretch marks, all
of which I have earned.
I have to brag that the first time around, I was always able
to reach my feet, shave my legs, pretty much do anything for myself. This time I can reach my feet but it is
rough. I am still shaving my legs but it
is so hard and I am thinking about getting in touch with a pharmaceutical company
about a pill for the pregnant ladies that stops hair growth. Think how awesome that would be! No eyebrow plucking, no shaving the legs, and
no magnifying glass mirror searching out all of those new chin hairs that seem
to come with pregnancy! I have really
found this time that any sort of bending over to do anything requires a bit of
pumping yourself up for and a whole lotta shortness of breath after.
Okay I am only going to share one last sad thing about this
second experience but it is a really bad one.
I pee myself. And we are not just
talking about a little tinkle when I sneeze.
I wish. I do those stupid Kegels
and they have let me and my clothing down.
Laugh – pee, sneeze - pee, cough – pee, fart – oh man major pee. Okay you might think well that is kinda
normal right. Well here it is – the big
one I never saw coming. I lose complete
bladder control in the shower! I am just
going about my business and all of the sudden the water gets warmer down my leg
and the shame is running through my head.
I can handle a lot of things but peeing in the shower is
ridiculous! I am literally so pissed
about this new change! But what can you
do?
But I do have to say there have even been a few things that
have been better this time. I am not
spending all of my free time reading about what this baby is growing, getting,
or doing today. Things are a happening
in there – good. I am doing things out
here and we will see you shortly. This
has been good for my stress level. I
have been able to wear my engagement ring the entire time so far (my wedding
band is ½ a size smaller because I was a fool and now I am lazy) and last time
I was only able to wear it 4 months of the pregnancy! The giant pregnancy underpants (they are so
huge we need to call them pants for sure) are too big but they are more
comfortable than my regulars so they still win.
But most importantly, getting to watch my son talk to my belly and kiss
it are priceless. He talks about the
baby daily. I know it will be a huge
change for all of us but for now he is excited about “his baby” and so are
we. Less than 5 weeks to go!
