Sunday, May 19, 2013

Round 2! Not quite the Ignorant bliss of Round 1

As many of you know, I'm pregnant, 29 weeks pregnant to be exact.  Oh ok, 29 weeks and 1 day.  So many people have asked me what was different about this pregnancy compared to the first one, and what REALLY stands out for me is my state of mind.  

The first time around, I was excited to have a child, scared, but excited.  I had this kind of blissful attitude about it.  I felt as though I was getting closer to nature, the genius of my body was showing me how to build a baby and I really didn't have to do much, but stay healthy and eat well. I thought this was just amazing.  At times I felt completely out of control and a little mournful that my once tight 6 pack abs were turning into a bloated belly, but soon realized that it kind of came with the territory.  People say your body changes forever, but I really was convinced mine wouldn't, at least not for good.  (Not sure how I came up with this belief). I had an easy pregnancy so I assumed that not only would Olivia be delivered in a matter of minutes, but she would need little care once she was born.  She might cry here and there, nurse a bit, but generally disrupt my life very little, you know, kind of like in the movies.  People have babies and they just kind of entertain themselves from a very young age.  I'd be so excited to get back to yoga, working out, actually jumping up and down, and selling houses.  I couldn't wait to "return" to my old life.  

Who knew my life would be changed in such a way that and I really wouldn't "want" it to go back to the way it was.

Now, let's review thoughts and feelings this pregnancy:  "I'm actually pregnant.  Wow, better enjoy not having a belly for as long as I can.  Oh wait, it's here already?! What?!  Guess I better enjoy not being huge for as long as I can.  How's Olivia going to react to having a sibling?  How's Olivia going to react to a brother?  I'm going to be so tired, I'd better practice my deep breathing now so I don't explode at everyone.  I don't want to turn into a bad Mom, so we need help.  I know I'll need lots of help. I know we can't do it alone.  I'm so excited to have a boy this time.  I can't wait to see what will be different, how he'll react to things, what his personality will be like.  I hope he's a mini Pete.  I hope he doesn't pee all over me when I change his diaper.  How do I clean that thing anyways?  Guess I better google it."

Funny how things change!