Reflections I neglected to mention.

I also forgot how irrationally irritated I can get when I'm pregnant. It's like, BAM, I'm really mad and I know the reason is silly, but dang it, I'm mad. Luckily, that's happened maybe twice this time around. I feel much more emotionally balanced than I was with Ezra. Man, I was a wreck with him.

Pregnancy goes by so fast when you've done it before. It's probably a combination of having been through it before so you're not so worried about stuff and having your first child to keep you busy. But I'm already 15 weeks and this new baby is 4 inches long! We'll find out if it's a boy or a girl next month. That. Is. Crazy.

Ezra is in love with the birds that eat the bird seed off of our across-the-way neighbor's balcony floor. I'm going to go pick up a plate from the dollar store today to turn it into a feeder for our balcony so he can see them up close.

Maybe the chickadees will scare off those obnoxious doves that show up every spring to growl and hoot on our windowsills every morning at 5 am. Darn our landlord for putting up a nest when he lived here. Darn those stupid doves for not finding a new place. I used to love doves, honestly. Until they started waking me up with their ugly, non-coo-like growling at 5 am. Every day. :(

Reflections on Pregnancy, round 2

As of Thursday, my official 14-week milestone, I've officially gone public with pregnancy number 2. As in, I posted it on facebook and say without hesitation or awkwardness, "Yes, I am," to anyone who asks. (Unfortunately, that's been a lot of people...people who know me started asking at 6 weeks. On Friday, I was asked for the first time by a stranger. My husband tells me to take it as a compliment that it's clear I'm pregnant, but I'm not too happy about the idea of looking so obviously pregnant so soon.)

There are some things I'm realizing and learning this time around:

1. You forget how physically miserable it is to be pregnant when you're not pregnant. You're sitting there with your son or daughter and thinking, "Yes, it's time for a second child." Then you get pregnant. You get exhausted, nauseous, uncomfortable, and miserable, and you think, "Yes, this is the last time I get pregnant. I think if we want more kids, we're definitely going to adopt." I'll probably fall right back into the same trap when this one gets older, though, and be all excited about having another, because I'll forget how miserable I am pregnant.

2. Your body remembers what it's like to be pregnant. It's like all of your muscles and ligaments just let go as soon as you get pregnant. I seriously started having round ligament pain 3 days after I got pregnant, which is depressing, since I didn't get it with Ezra until 7 months. Now I have to assume the fetal position any time I need to sneeze or cough, to keep from feeling like I've been shived in the side.Oh, and we won't even go into other precautions I need to take when I feel a sneeze coming on :(

3. Maternity clothes are so generous and forgiving in their sizing. I've gone down a few pant sizes from even my pre-pregnancy size since Ezra was born, but I've never, ever been a size 2. But I am in Liz Lange under-the-belly maternity jeans! That's a nice ego boost for when you're ballooning up, but it's something of a double-edged sword, because I'll probably only ever be a size 2 when I'm actually pregnant...so I lose the size when I lose the balloon-esqu figure, lol. Unfair.

That's all I had floating around in my head at the moment. I'm sure I'll have more as I get more pregnant.