I really enjoyed my first pregnancy. This one…well…let’s just say it’s pretty different. Certainly there are many possible reasons why pregnancy #2 is different from #1, not the least of which is that it is an entirely different pregnancy and no two pregnancies are the same (duh!). This time I’m growing a little baby boy, maybe the hormones are affecting me differently.This time, I have a toddler who (1) I am running around after all the time and (2) likes to bring home fresh bacteria and viruses to share with her family (isn’t that nice?!). I am definitely not in the kind of physical shape I was in when I was pregnant with Eleanor, and most days I seem to not be in the same kind of mental shape I was in with her either.
Regardless, it is safe to say that not once did my first pregnancy land me in the hospital for 2 liters of IV fluid and anti-nausea medication (as this pregnancy did on Saturday, due, I think, to a virus that Eleanor dealt with for less than 12 hours on Thursday) or cause me to take a 2+ hour nap in the afternoon and then be asleep before 9 pm that night and stay asleep until 7am the next day (as this one did yesterday). And I can’t remember a single time during my first pregnancy that I wasn’t able to eat, but today all I’ve managed to consume is a piece of toast, half of a banana, and part of a bowl of oatmeal. A friend, also pregnant with her second, recently wondered “Could it be that children know exactly how to drive their parents crazy even before they enter the world?” I think the answer to this question is a resounding YES. Yes, they do.