This is exactly what happened last time. I get pregnant, and my life falls apart. I stop being a normal, functioning human and I become an incubator that is trying desperately not to throw up in public or pass out and just wants to sleep. This makes writing impossible. Especially about topics that are not the giant elephant in the room.
Last time I waited until the first tri was almost over. This time, surprise! I’m 8 weeks pregnant and I am telling the world! Because I hate secrets and if I lose it, then well, you’ll be hearing about that too. So might as well start the overshare now, shall we?
So what is a second pregnancy like? It is hard. It is different. I like that it is different. It is the same. The same parts are not the parts I like.
The way Gabe started was this: I was supposed to start my period on a Monday. The Friday before I felt like I was coming down with the flu at work. I tested positive for pregnancy on that Saturday. Boom, sick for 3 months.
The way THIS pregnancy started was this: I missed the first day of my period, but I generally felt fine. Maybe I peed at night like twice which was weird, but maybe I’m just getting old and who really notices that stuff? I was mad because I had had a massive massive yeast infection (TMI, sorry) during ovulation so I knew that October was a bust and I just wanted to get this period over with already. COME ON BODY, STOP MESSING WITH ME. When skipped period day #2 came along with no spotting or hints of period, I got skeptical and decided to take a test. It was wham bam positive within 2 seconds. It took me another week and a half before feeling like complete and utter shit.
Yesterday we went to our first ultrasound and watched a heartbeat flutter inside a little bunnyfrog blob. I hope it’s a girl and I hope it stays put for a good long while.