My Second Pregnancy & How it Differs from My First

My first pregnancy with my son Janek was physically a breeze and mentally a struggle.  I remember only a few weeks of nausea, followed by the ability to hike and work out regularly, and heartburn that was easily cured by a tums (or ten).  Physically, I felt amazing and was able to work full time without complaint, relax when necessary and participate in moderate exercise as I pleased.  I craved yogurt parfaits and tangy fruits, not giving into sweets and avoiding excessive weight gain.  Six months after my son’s birth, I was back into better shape than before pregnancy.  And yes, I was one of those bitches who avoided stretch marks to boot (cocoa butter, cocoa butter, cocoa butter – the kind you buy in a small tub and applies like cholesterol found at Sally’s – 3X daily).

So yeah, I had it pretty good my first time around physically.  Mentally, not so much.  With my first son I was anxious, nervous, irritable, and annoyingly sober.  I was only 22 years old and not prepared for the transition into motherhood (who the hell is?).  While I was able to keep on my toes, I mainly did so to occupy my boredom, and those first kicks freaked me out more so than they amazed me.

No, I did not enjoy pregnancy despite my physical abilities the first time through.  I also didn’t realize how good I had it, how lucky I was to be so active (I was bowling the night before I went into labor 42 weeks along).  But, mentally I was a wreck.  I was anxious, not finished with my undergraduate degree and panicking about the future.  I sincerely felt like my life was over in a multitude of ways.  How would I ever achieve those dreams that felt so dear to me?! The ones of getting out of my hometown and traveling, inspiring people like I wanted, and you know, not being so stupid sober all the time (alright, nine months but it felt like FOREVER).  I really felt like the end of my youth was happening and I’d end my night in tears over it regularly thinking about my sad self.

I was naive. Once I had my son I realized how ungrateful I’d been acting.  It doesn’t mean I was wrong for feeling all those feels though. They were very real fears and appropriate for a first time mother at 22.  But, my son who is now two and a half has actually served as an inspiration larger than my selfish wants.  My life isn’t over, it’s ongoing.  I went back to school AND finished my degree, 45 credits in a single year with my baby boy on my hip… and another in my belly.

Life with children doesn’t mean you have to succumb to being a soccer mom, make brown bag lunches and drive a mini van.  I think of it as a means of motivation, UNDYING MOTIVATION to get what you want so that you can show your kids – “Babes, you are capable of doing anything, too.”

So my second pregnancy hasn’t been the easiest physically.  It has kind of wiped me the hell out.  Chasing around a two year old with an extra 30lbs (whoops) on my hips, is enough exercise for anyone to tolerate.  I get dizzy taking power walks and instead of healthy granola, I crave Nutella smores and peanut butter ice cream (cocoa butter, cocoa butter, cocoa butter).

However, mentally I am at peace.  I am not anxious, except in the way that I want to hold my little’s hand and kiss his new, pink, plump cheeks.

There is a serious joy of pregnancy I missed out on my first time around.  And all those worries are now gone, replaced with feelings of complacency and bliss.  It is beautiful.  Those hippies with their water births are onto something real (maybe not the water birth thinking back to HBO Girls season finale) and I really am enjoying myself even if my feet don’t want to do anything other than swell.

“How do you feel?”  I feel really good.  I feel like I’ve got everything I could ever want in this life, like I’m carrying a gift and not a load (okay, it’s more like a pleasantly heavy load I don’t mind bearing).  I feel beautiful, I feel proud, and most importantly, I don’t feel like the world is ending.  I feel like life’s ongoing, and another child isn’t going to prevent me from doing remarkable things, they’re only going to help me pursue them further than before.

My First Pregnancy

My First Pregnancy

My Second Pregnancy

My Second Pregnancy

Pregnancy, The First Time Around

I found out I was pregnant the first time around in March of 2012.  I started posting publicly about it in April 2012 on Facebook.  Here is my little journal of updates I’ve selected for your viewing pleasure.  I’ll have a whole new mindset this time around but, these are still fun for viewing.

April 18th 2012 – Maybe I come off as a total asshole… That’s fine so long as I don’t come off as the people I make fun of.

April 28th 2012 – is a weird kind of fat.

April 30th 2012 – You know your life has hit a milestone when the cereal in your cupboard is all fiber and no marshmallow…

May 13th 2012 – Pregnant women get to celebrate Mother’s Day too! My child got me a brand new cup size! Thanks, you little weirdo.

May 16th 2012 – To any women complaining about PMS, I will trade you any day… you selfish shitheads.

May 18th 2012 – Look out weekends cause… I’m once again sober. I feel like Friday only shows up to laugh at me, “HAHA. You did this to yourself.” … I did.

June 6th 2012 – If I’m not texting you back, it’s not that I’m neglecting my social life… I just have fake nails.

June 7th 2012 – I just want a fully developed bump already so when I run into men that I dated-ish… I clearly look pregnant and they don’t carry the expression, “you really let yourself go.” No. I did not. I met a man better than you and made a happy little accident. Now go cry about the day we’ll never be married.

June 13th 2012 – I think it’s about time to start writing my memior, “What to Expect When You Weren’t Expecting”

July 12th 2012 – “You’re a dirty, dirty liar and I never want to hear from you again!!!” …Daily arguments with my scale.

July 23rd 2012 – When a baby kicks, it’s awesome… But when a food baby kicks…

July 26th 2012 – They say cravings are what make you a chub-a-lub-of-love, but this is [picture of Tim Hortons Yogurt Cup] all i want so WHHHYY are they made so effing small?! ‘hi can i order ten yogurts because you simply don’t provide pregnant girl needs?’ … Jerks

July 29th 2012 – Participating in sunset bays bikini contest today! Should be a win…

July 31st 2012 – Do NOT agitate me! I will kill your self esteem with hormonal words of angst… You idiot.

August 7th 2012 – Thank you Kourtney Kardashian for ruining all birth plans. I think i’m just going to avoid labor and get into wizardry to make my child magically appear.

August 12th 2012 – While it hasn’t been said that baby boy has made his mom prettier (according to myth) it HAS been said that my boobs look great… Thanks

August 13th 2012 – My boss asks today, “Has anyone heard of this 50 Shades of Grey?” I reply, “Yes.” She yells, “You’re too young for that!!” …And babies are made from making snow angels.

August 16th 2012 – I don’t really see myself as an adult per say… just a bigger kid. Like, I didn’t give up PollyPocket, ‘Spice World’ and EasyBake… I traded them! for things like a Keurig, HBO, and a tart burner…

August 18th, 2012 – Some guy threw up outside my apartment in drunken stupidity at five in the morning. I couldn’t tell whether I was disgusted… Or jealous.

August 29th 2012 – Well if anyone and their shit day needs a reason to feel better about themselves… I can’t see my feet anymore.

September 5th 2012 – Don’t touch my belly, it’s contagious. Seriously, don’t touch me… Especially you, random woman in the body wash aisle at target. You wouldn’t approach a mountain lion with loving hand rubs, so why a hormonal, round-bellied bitch?

September 19th, 2012 – What do you mean I can’t dress up like a slut on Halloween? #PregnantGirlProblems

October 1st 2012 – I’m ready for bed… Janek has the hiccups.

October 7th 2012 – “Maybe if you just push really hard, you can start labor.” Attempts. “Nope, but if you’ll excuse me, I think I just peed my pants.”

October 19th 2012 – Meeting someone might be difficult when you pick up on the scent of your ex boyfriend’s cologne… How does one explain, “I’m sorry we can’t be friends because you smell like a complete waste of time.”

October 31, 2012 – If my boy is born today he will have what’s dubbed a Halloweenie!

November 2, 2012 – When your boyfriend mumbles polish slurs like “woman” under his breath as if you haven’t been together long enough to know what he’s saying… Yeah that’s okay. I’ve got diapers full of poop coming at you real soon! Xoxo

November 3, 2012 – Alright so my due date has officially passed, still no baby… it’s time to come clean. I’ve had a nine month addiction to cake.

November 11th 2012 (My sons birthday) – Could someone bring me a beer? Still waiting. – At Sister’s Hospital

November 18th 2012 – There is something so sentimental about a father being proud of his son’s gas. “That a boy” indeed.

November 27th 2012 – walks with a limp and it’s not from swagger, more like labor. Finally getting a massage today!

November 29th 2012 – I’m a big girl now. I drink my wine from a box.

December 6th 2012 – If anyone wants to buy Janek a Christmas gift, the kid who has everything, he literally just told me, “Pay for my mom’s chiropractor so they can fix what I did to her.”

December 12th 2102 – By Wednesday it’s time to get out of the house. I know this when I feel the urge to start posting about my child’s sleep schedule.

December 20th 2012 – After six weeks at home, I’ll be returning to work, and I’ve got to say… I’m really going to miss Kathie and Hoda. I feel like we’ve bonded! Especially on Thursdays when we’re all sharing a glass of wine at 9AM.

December 24th 2012 – Amazing job, man, son, family, life. I think I know what they mean when the religious say ‘blessed’. Or as I say, “tequila gave me such a beautiful, unorganized, chaotic, wonderful blur that turned into today… And today is great.”

December 26th 2012 – Janek is a really happy baby… So long as you’re standing, walking, bouncing, swinging, holding up right in the slightly slanted pose he feels most comfortable in. Make sure you’re not squeezing too hard, rubbing too soft, hold his head only ‘here’ and don’t blink… Or breathe… See! Smiles!

December 27th 2012 – 4 hours of sleep, spit up on my shirt and perfume showered. I am beautiful.

December 30, 2012 – Victoria Secret sweatsuit, UGGS and a Pink Northface. I’m dressed like I’m going to war in a Total Tan

December 31, 2012 – I resolute to remember every little pink pill in 2013!