Currently, I have no idea what size fruit my fetus should be. With Faith, I read the weekly updates and I could tell you at any given point that my fetus was the size of a jicama or something ridiculous like that. In fact, reading those weekly updates now make me feel like this (I think I overdid it the first time with cross referencing on different websites)
I don't care at all if other people think I look pregnant versus fat. With Faith, I was always concerned that people should note that I am pregnant, not just letting myself go. It also took me a long time to really show when I was pregnant with Faith and this time it happened a lot sooner, so that's a factor. One or twice I've wondered if people are looking at my stomach area and wondering if I still have baby weight from Faith or if they can tell I'm pregnant, but for the most part it never crosses my mind. I even had someone ask me over the weekend if I was pregnant or just fat (it was a dude and I'm pretty sure it was harmless), and I just laughed about it.
|Atta girl Barbie, take away the doubt|
I am so much more relaxed this time. With Faith's pregnancy, I was really cautious about everything, especially since I had first trimester bleeding, and I followed every single rule I could find regarding pregnancy. I wouldn't even eat vegetable sushi because I was worried about cross contamination with the raw fish. I still haven't broken any rules this time (even though I really want non-microwaved deli meat), but I sure feel more relaxed. In a way it would be better if I was less relaxed about my nutrition because I'm not pushing myself to eat a balanced diet because I'm still dealing with morning sickness. There isn't much I can do about it, so I figure why worry?
|Just be as relaxed as this pig, that's my motto|
I'm much more comfortable with procrastination. With Faith, I had her nursery pretty much done with the crib assembled and everything by 27 weeks. I still don't know why it was important to me to have that done, I think it was mostly because I was afraid that once I was "Oh my damn!" level of pregnant that I wouldn't want to mess with it. This time all that I've done so far is pick out bedding a room decorations for the new baby (baby farm animals will be the theme if you're interested), but the new baby's room is still currently my husband's office. Other than setting up the room, we have almost everything else we need (well, we have more of what we need if this next one is a girl too unless my husband agrees to let me dress a boy in pink ruffles), so I'm really ok with sitting on my ass and doing nothing for now.
|This dog is so much cooler than Peanut|
I'm eating a lot more this time. This is a direct effect of running 35-40 miles a week versus just walking last time, but it's a noteworthy difference. With my first pregnancy, I thought it was crazy that I had TWO English muffins for breakfast and this morning it seemed fairly reasonable to have four muffins for breakfast. I seem to be gaining weight the same way as last time, so I assume my muffin eating ways aren't going to give me a bubble butt this time (but we can all hope). At least if it does happen, then I can sing "Baby Got Back" more often.
|Like Emma, Faith also laughs at that song|
I feel confident about my ability to get back to working out post baby. I was concerned when I had Faith because it seemed like I met so many people who said that they couldn't work out when they had small kids and had to wait until they were older. It turns out that I probably prioritize exercise differently then those people (I don't wait for free time to appear, I schedule my workouts) and since I still run with one kid, why should two kids stop me?
I remember my first pregnancy as a cake walk compared to this one. It's probably selective memory, but I don't recall being so exhausted all the time and I definitely don't remember still feeling queasy at this point last time. Also, my last pregnancy was easier because I had a flexible schedule with two part time jobs (doing consulting work and teaching at the community college) and no toddler to constantly lift up and down. Looking back, I don't think I lived it up enough with naps for my last pregnancy. I was a fool.
|Another dog that is cooler than Peanut|
The key difference is that I'm so much lazier this time. Sure, I'm still running but that's because I really like to run. Stuff I don't like to do? Not getting done. I'm probably only cooking 3 or 4 nights a week and we're talking boiling water for pasta level of cooking, nothing fancy. I'm trying to be better about cleaning before it gets gross enough to motivate me (am I the only one who does that?) because it drives my husband crazy. I do plenty of other stuff that drives him crazy, so I try to streamline it a little.
|Lazy cow feels my pain.|
Do you ever look back at a point in your life and think "Man, Past Me had it SO easy!"?