I don’t know about you, but I didn’t realize just how good I had it during my first pregnancy until I started living my second. Because, who’d have guessed, pregnancy becomes infinitely harder when you are chasing a toddler (or, dare I say, multiple other children) around while you’re baking that bun in the oven. As I approach the end of my second pregnancy, I’ve got a short list of ways you can tell this not your first pregnancy. Solidarity, mamas!
- Weekends are more exhausting than the workweek. I’m probably isolating myself as a working mom with this one, but during the course of this pregnancy, I’ve looked forward to going to my office on Monday mornings so I can “rest.” Seriously. Chasing a two-and-a-half year old while pregnant is no joke. Add in trying to maintain some semblance of order at home, nesting, and other weekend obligations (social, family, church, etc.) and I am one worn out mama come Sunday night when I fall into bed.
- You find yourself thinking, “Crap, I wasn’t going to do *that* this pregnancy.” Fill in the blank for *that*. Personally, I wasn’t going to gain as much weight this time. I was going to watch my diet. Then Christmas happened, and I haven’t ever looked back. Sugar has been my downfall.
- Your older child has commandeered the infant gear for herself. My 2 year old thinks every gift we get for baby sister is actually for her. She’s constantly asking to try out the baby’s crib. And we just got the bouncer seat out, and she definitely thinks that’s her own personal jungle gym. She’s enjoying reliving her baby years, apparently.
- It becomes acceptable to feed your family cinnamon rolls and bacon for dinner. I don’t have an explanation for this one other than sometimes, that’s what’s in the fridge, and everyone is so tired, that’s what ends up on the table. I didn’t see anyone complaining.
- You are so busy chasing around your older child(ren) that you sometimes forget you’re pregnant. Which is blissfully awesome. Until you have to get down on the floor, change a diaper, lean over the bathtub, or do countless other mom duties that suddenly send you reeling back to reality.
- You never get that second trimester energy burst. But you also don’t find yourself complaining about how tired you are nearly as much as you did with your first pregnancy. Because as moms, we just live in a perpetual state of exhaustion, so pregnancy isn’t really anything new in that department. Pass the coffee, please.
I certainly didn’t cover everything, so I’d love to hear from you. Mamas of 2 or more kiddos, what sorts of things were unique to your subsequent pregnancies?