I've come to the discovery that the second pregnancy is much different from the first. The second time around you find yourself too busy to sit and continually think about your pregnancy. There have been several occasions already in which I've forgotten how far along I am, something that Never would have happened with my first. I also can go three or four weeks before looking up how far developed the baby is.
Honestly, this pregnancy hasn't been so bad, well of course, excluding the first three months. Once I stopped being nauseated and exhausted all day long, unable to find anything that sounded good to eat, things have been pretty good. I don't feel nearly as sick anymore and I've gained a lot of my energy back. I still need a nap in the afternoon, but not as badly as I needed it a few months ago. I've even managed to get my house back under control, something I've been trying to accomplish literally for years! I couldn't be happier about that one. Big Brother (16mo) has been a little trooper. He's walking now which has helped me not have to pick him up as often, and we work daily on building his leg muscles for walking up and down the stairs. I love that I can just take his hand and help him walk up them himself instead of having to carry him up and down all day long. It does take longer though.
Now for the exciting part! For the past few weeks Matt and I have gone back and forth trying to decide if we thought this new baby would be a boy or a girl. We both agreed that we would be absolutely thrilled with either one, but we each had our underlying hopes. Matt hoped for a little girl, and I, after falling in love with Big Brother's smiles, hoped for another little boy. Four days ago, on Friday, we went in for our official ultrasound. The Ultrasound. We could not have been more excited. As I got settled on the table, the ultrasound technician came in and told us the results of our downs syndrome testing. We didn't really want the tests to begin with, but we didn't mind the results as they all came back saying that our baby's chances of having anything were Very slim. Throughout the ultrasound she measured Everything and looked the baby over with a practiced eye: All is well! Baby is healthy!
And finally: It's A Boy!
Now for the exciting part! For the past few weeks Matt and I have gone back and forth trying to decide if we thought this new baby would be a boy or a girl. We both agreed that we would be absolutely thrilled with either one, but we each had our underlying hopes. Matt hoped for a little girl, and I, after falling in love with Big Brother's smiles, hoped for another little boy. Four days ago, on Friday, we went in for our official ultrasound. The Ultrasound. We could not have been more excited. As I got settled on the table, the ultrasound technician came in and told us the results of our downs syndrome testing. We didn't really want the tests to begin with, but we didn't mind the results as they all came back saying that our baby's chances of having anything were Very slim. Throughout the ultrasound she measured Everything and looked the baby over with a practiced eye: All is well! Baby is healthy!
And finally: It's A Boy!
About a week before the ultrasound, it hit me very hard that we were going to have a boy. I was grinning from ear to ear when she announced my beliefs to be true. Now, as I sit and think about having two adorable boys running around my feet, I can't help but smile. Matt and I are also hoping that maybe this time we'll get one with Matt's dark brown hair. It would be fun to have one with my coloring and one with his. As distracted from this pregnancy as I have been for the past few months, all of a sudden, I find myself beyond excited anticipating December 6th to come. I really can hardly wait.
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