The Bun in the Oven

I have noticed that I haven't really talked about my pregnancy here, nor kept up with posting photos of my rapidly growing belly. There definitely hasn't been any specific reason for this, it's just that pregnancy is a lot different the second time around. Well, at least for me.

At times, I even find myself forgetting that I am pregnant. No, not when I realize I cannot fit between our cars in the garage, or when Abe jumps on my stomach, or when I would really like to have a bottle of wine, or when I cannot go #2 for a week. I realize I forget when I am work and going about my day and someone gives me a weird look, and I realize that my shirt is riding up and you can see my pregnancy pants panel peaking out.

Having another kid to worry about, is definitely something to keep your mind off of yourself. It is a blessing and a curse all in one. I can actually see myself not remembering to pack a hospital bag when I go into labor this time, whereas with Abe that crap packed and ready to go about a month in advance.

Plus, I am sort of over the way my body is responding to the pregnancy. Like I mentioned last time, I believe that my body is not fit to carry a baby. I mean, I think I am very blessed that the baby does quite well in my uterus, and I am sure he is in complete fetus-bliss. Floating around and doing scissor kicks and karate chops every five seconds, but this vehicle (aka my body) is not doing so hot.

First off, I have stretch marks. I got them last pregnancy, and they didn't go away (which I don't expect them to. ever.) And, this time, I am afraid they are being stretched even more. I know, I know. It is not that big of a deal. I mean, I wrote off two pieces long ago. But, I have to say, when I see mommy's and their tight little post-pregnancy bellies, with skin as smooth as the day they were born, I get a little jealous. Or rageful.

Also, this time, I have developed a hernia. Isn't that awesome? Apparently my stomach wall has a "weakness" and the intestines just popped their little way through there. I have no pain or anything, and you can't really tell, seeing as I have a giant basketball protruding from my mid-section. But, I am hoping that his won't be another unsightly side effect once things go back to their semi-normal size.

However, to not seem totally negative and tormented, I realize that I am very blessed to be doing this again, and I am very excited to be welcoming another baby into our family. I realized that while I do not like pregnancy -- see, I am admitting it. I do not like it -- I do realize that it is a miracle, and it is a privilege that I can carry my child. I mean, I would not want any other person carrying this baby inside of them. Not even Jake. I have control issues.

When I see Abe's old onesies and teeny tiny socks, my heart melts just a little bit, and I can't wait to hold a baby in my arms again. What it is going to be like the first week by myself with a baby and a toddler scares the sweet bejezzus out of me. I have no idea how that is going to work, or how I will have any energy to be at all entertaining or attentive to Abe's needs. I just pray that it is nice outside and our DVR doesn't break.

So, in conclusion, things are going good. I will be very happy when it is over. I love babies.

The end.