As some of you may know I am 31 weeks pregnant with my second child and this pregnancy has not been a walk in the park for me. From a few scares to insensitive doctors delivering news in the worst possible way, I have had more than one anxiety attack during the past 7 months. Plus the first 5 months I felt like I was aboard a catamaran during a wind storm – that is to say, suuuuper sea sick. That being said, I only have 2 months left and I am getting really excited to meet our newest addition and increasingly nervous about having 2 kids to take care of!
My ultrasound tech told me that the first pregnancy is called the “Princess Pregnancy” because you get to sleep whenever you need, and everyone fawns over you. You glow, you bask in the excitement, you are so naive about labour and babies and it is bliss. I’ve decided the second pregnancy should be called the Ogre pregnancy – you sleep whenever you can, people back away when they see you, and you constantly look like you crawled out from under a bridge. There’s also a strange phenomenon where others feel completely free to make unkind comments on your appearance.
With this pregnancy I have been showing since about 2 months. When I first announced that I was pregnant to family at 8 weeks, one person immediately said “ I knew it! I thought your stomach looked bigger” You can imagine that with a comment like that at 2 months, the comments haven’t improved.
To be fair, I have gained a lot of weight this pregnancy – but it would be nice if others didn’t comment on it! From “You must be having twins”, to “Oh my goodness, you are huge!” or my personal favourite, “Hey Fatso hahaha”- nothing has made me feel less like a precious vessel carrying the miracle of life… unless the vessel was a 70,000 ton aircraft carrier.
Then there are the mood swings, I feel much more stable now, but there were many nights where I just wanted to cry (and did) for no reason. My sweet husband would ask, “what’s wrong?” and the honest answer was “nothing”.
On the positive side of this pregnancy, I am much more aware of what I am in for this time. I’m already gearing up for the battle of having a newborn and praying that my newest addition will be a happy baby and will be a good eater.
Despite the rough months it has been growing this little baby, I am beyond thrilled to have been able to get pregnant again and to have a new little one joining our family. Dirk has brought me so much joy and I can’t wait to have another little one.
But if you don’t mind, next time you see me – please don’t call me “Fatso” or ask if I’m having twins. It’s not 1850 – I would know if I was having twins and… for the record, I’m not.
Emma sent me this video and if you’re ever wondering what to say to a pregnant woman, this sums it up perfectly.