Thursday, April 01, 2010

Third Pregnancy

Around this same time in my pregnancy with David, I wrote this post about the first pregnancy vs. the second. I thought it would be fun to go back and add the third pregnancy experience.

First pregnancy: On any given day during the pregnancy, I could've told you exactly how far along I was. Ex: "I am 21 weeks, 3 days" or "I'll be 14 weeks on Thursday."

Second pregnancy:
I keep losing track of my progress. When someone asks me how far along I am, I just tell them my due date. I know right now I'm somewhere between 28 and 30 weeks, which I think means I'm in my third trimester. Hm. How about that?

Third pregnancy: It definitely takes a moment of pause for me to remember how many weeks I am, but what blows my mind is how much farther I have to go. I feel huge and tired and uncomfortable already, and I still have 11 weeks left. Ugh.

First pregnancy: Brian came with my to almost every doctor's appointment. We always went with a written list of questions, most of which could be answered with "That's completely normal" or "Don't worry about that."

Second pregnancy:
Brian comes for ultrasounds only. For the others, after the headache of finding someone to watch Katy during my appointment, I'll be driving to the office and wonder, "wait, do I have any questions?" Sometimes I think of one, but most of the time I don't. I'm curious to hear my weight gain and the heartbeat, and then I'm on my way.

Third pregnancy: Now that I have two kids to arrange care for, and Brian's work is no longer around the corner, I'm lucky to be able to go without kids, let alone with Brian. Sometimes I've been able to get early morning appointments so I can go and get back before Brian goes to work, but as often as I'm going now, I have to settle for bringing kid(s) with me sometimes. I'm really hoping to find a solution for this before those 36 week + appointments.

First pregnancy: I couldn't wait to start showing. I wanted everyone to know that I was pregnant as soon as possible. I wanted to be big. Soon.

Second pregnancy: I'm embarrassed when people ask when I'm due, especially when they look at Katy with wide eyes as they ask. Because I know they are thinking either, "woah, she's huge, how can she have 3 months to go?" or "wow, those kids will be close in age." Not that I care what people think, but I'm not anxious to get bigger sooner.

Third pregnancy: Back in February, someone asked me if I was due in 2 weeks. I'm due in June. If someone asks me how much longer I have, and I tell them, they always look shocked. I know, I'm huge. I'm getting to the point where I have to be strategic in my clothing to make sure I'm covered.

First pregnancy: I was so worried about every ache and pain. I was truly a nervous wreck. I was reading everything I could get my hands on about pregnancy, birth, and newborns. I took 3 different classes at the hospital before I delivered.

Second pregnancy: I'm much less anxious, assuming that most aches and pains are just par for the course. Brian says he hears about this pregnancy a lot less from me. I haven't read a thing, and the other day it occurred to me that we should probably take a hospital tour sometime, since our insurance is sending us to a different place.

Third pregnancy: Brian says he actually forgets I'm pregnant sometimes. Forget reading books, I even unsubscribed from those BabyCenter emails because they were clogging up my inbox and I never read them anymore.

First pregnancy: There was so much to physically get ready for the new arrival, and so many decisions to be made. What kind of car seat, stroller, crib, glider, nursing pillow, bottles, diapers, and pacifier will we use?

Second pregnancy: Those decisions are all made, and I hope New Baby is ok with it. We have some clean up and organization to do to get ready, but mostly we have what we need, it's just a matter of digging it out and dusting it off.

Third pregnancy: This poor kid. I haven't dug out or dusted off a single thing, and I doubt that I'll get around to it before the end of May. I've got so many other things going on right now that I figure it won't take long to pull it up from the basement. And we've probably put off the decision about where the baby will sleep until after he's born, so we don't even have to switch any rooms right now.

First pregnancy:
I was so completely overwhelmed with worry about what life with a newborn would be like (and was truly blindsided by the reality of it when it came) that I didn't really enjoy the anticipation of meeting my firstborn child.

Second pregnancy:
Having had the experience of falling head over heels in love with my daughter, I can't wait to meet my son. I can't wait to see what he looks like, what position he likes to be held in, what kind of eater he is, whether he likes to be swaddled, and what makes him smile the biggest. I know it will be hard again, the newborn stage. But I think with a little more perspective this time, I will enjoy that short time a little more.

Third pregnancy: This part gets better each time for me. The older my kids get, the more that I grow to love them and enjoy the people that they are. I also feel more able to appreciate them when they are little, because I know that it doesn't last forever and they are so precious. It's still hard, I'm not one of those gushy newborn moms for sure, but there's something incredible about getting to know your child for the first time.

First pregnancy:
I think that if were truly honest with myself, I wanted to go into labor early. Not dangerously early, of course, but I really think that I was hoping for 3 or 4 weeks before my due date. I was completely ready, twiddling my thumbs for the last several weeks.

Second pregnancy:
I hope I go until my due date, or at least within a few days of it. I want to enjoy the precious time I have with just one kid, and they will be close enough in age, it doesn't need to be any closer. Plus I want to have as much time as possible for nesting! I love nesting!

Third pregnancy:
I have mixed feelings here. On the one hand, I definitely don't want to go before the end of May, because I've got weddings and showers and birthdays going on. But once I get beyond all of those events (May 22nd-ish), and have a few days to pull my stuff out of the basement, I think I'll be anxious to deliver. I'm just already uncomfortable, and I think by then I'll be hot and tired and just ready to get on with it. Of course, there's almost no chance of my going early, since both of my other ones were born the day after their due date. So I'll probably be hanging out through a good part of June.

First pregnancy:
Speaking of wanting to go early, it seemed like that 9 months dragged on and on...

Second pregnancy:
I can't believe it, I'm in my third trimester! This baby is due in March! That's the month after next!! Must go clean and organize!!

Third pregnancy: I can't believe it, I'm in my third trimester! This baby is due in June! That's the month after next!! And I haven't cleaned or organized!?!


Charity said...

This was great. I'm glad you wrote it!

Pam said...

Great stuff Emily!
I gave you an award at my place for being sunny & making me smile frequently. Please come and get it.

tracy said...

Emily! Ha ha, I can totally relate. I am 36+ weeks today, and there is absolutely no evidence (minus my huge belly) present in our house to indicate that we will be welcoming another baby in less than a month. Someone was asking me about it today, and I was saying it's almost like I am in denial -- not in a bad way, because I am so so very excited and thankful -- but it all still feels unbelievable (despite having 9 months to get used to the idea).

I am thinking about you and hoping you're dong well.