Sometimes I have to remind myself
I'm pregnant, but sometimes I do forget.
Now, as horrible as that might sound at first, let me explain. I was told this would happen....and it did. I have quickly learned that when you are mother for the 2nd (or more) time around, things change. Especially if you have a toddler to chase around all day.
With the first baby, you obsess about EVERY symptom. You read pregnancy books cover to cover at least 10 times over the 9 months...it may even have a permanent residence on your nightstand. You honestly have nothing to do but sit around and try to imagine feeling the first kick, try your hardest to distinguish heartburn from nausea after each carefully planned out, well-balanced meal, and look at your belly twenty times a day to see if it's gotten bigger yet.
This time, I am finding myself saying at the end of the day, "Oh, yeah. I'm pregnant!" I smile and pat my belly, so thankful still. Just when I enter that "zone," that blissful state (cue orchestral music), Gardner calls, "Mama!" from the next room and I go running. He crawls all over me when we play, knee intercepting abdomen many times (I'm not worried; I know the baby's well protected in there). Sometimes my "well balanced meal" consists of nothing but Goldfish crackers that I snag from the bag as I feed Gardner his lunch, going on to complete the tasks of the day.
I may forget temporarily amid the day's hubbub....but I will never forget overall. I will always know what a special blessing it is to have a child and one more to follow. That plus a supportive, loving husband as well. God reminds me often....and I'm thankful for that.
Now, as horrible as that might sound at first, let me explain. I was told this would happen....and it did. I have quickly learned that when you are mother for the 2nd (or more) time around, things change. Especially if you have a toddler to chase around all day.
With the first baby, you obsess about EVERY symptom. You read pregnancy books cover to cover at least 10 times over the 9 months...it may even have a permanent residence on your nightstand. You honestly have nothing to do but sit around and try to imagine feeling the first kick, try your hardest to distinguish heartburn from nausea after each carefully planned out, well-balanced meal, and look at your belly twenty times a day to see if it's gotten bigger yet.
This time, I am finding myself saying at the end of the day, "Oh, yeah. I'm pregnant!" I smile and pat my belly, so thankful still. Just when I enter that "zone," that blissful state (cue orchestral music), Gardner calls, "Mama!" from the next room and I go running. He crawls all over me when we play, knee intercepting abdomen many times (I'm not worried; I know the baby's well protected in there). Sometimes my "well balanced meal" consists of nothing but Goldfish crackers that I snag from the bag as I feed Gardner his lunch, going on to complete the tasks of the day.
I may forget temporarily amid the day's hubbub....but I will never forget overall. I will always know what a special blessing it is to have a child and one more to follow. That plus a supportive, loving husband as well. God reminds me often....and I'm thankful for that.
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