The other day I was thinking about this pregnancy; I’m nearing my third trimester and am honestly in disbelief because I remember the experience being very different with Mitch. In fact, there have been a lot of ways this second pregnancy has been different, but similar as well. I started thinking and then thought it would be fun to share here and capture this time that I can look back on (I love reading my first pregnancy updates and Mitch’s monthly check-ins. They hold such a special place in my heart). So, let’s look at the first and second pregnancy, the good, bad and everything in between…
Morning sickness. Oh man. I did not realize how lucky I was with Mitch to only experience two weeks of nausea. With my second pregnancy, I had three solid months of nausea that would at some points last all day. During my first trimester I would often come home from work and go right to bed just to avoid the nighttime onset. And cereal, lots of Life cereal and Stork tea.
Energy. With Mitch I had a slow going first trimester, but started to pick up by the second. For this pregnancy, I’m desperately waiting for any form of energy to show any day now…25 weeks and counting. It’s difficult for me to discern if the lack of energy is coming from the pregnancy or my lifestyle (house renovations + full time job + chasing an almost three year old). And while I suffered exhaustion in my first trimester requiring daily naps, this is just me on the struggle bus.
Workouts. That leads me to workouts. I was really in a workout groove when I became pregnant with Mitch and was so grateful to continue that through my pregnancy. Though they changed some, I was able to keep to a four to six day a week workout schedule. Mind you, I was also working from home and finding a 30 minute window to sneak in a workout was much easier and simpler in my first pregnancy. This pregnancy has handed me a slew of setbacks, hurdles and physical concerns that have kept me fairly sedentary. It started with my intense morning sickness, exhaustion and migraines that forced me to lay low and some days just sleep. I prioritized sleep a lot during the first trimester, my body was craving it and despite my usual 5am workout routine, gave in to my body’s signals. After Memorial Day, I ended up in the ER one night with severe side pains that left me unable to talk, move and barely breathe. The doctors were concerned it was my appendix or gallbladder and ran a series of tests that kept me in the hospital all night. Phil and I were scared out of our minds but relieved to know there was not an issue with the baby. At the end of the day, I was diagnosed with a pulled muscle over my ovary and put on bed rest for a week. I cannot tell you how painful the experience and honestly terrifying. The next week I worked from the couch and then was too scared to do much movement for almost two weeks after. That left me fairly sedentary for nearly a month. Working out is something I enjoy, but this was the first time in my life I was simply not going to push myself.
Today, I am back to working out about four times a week. I take it slow when I need to, push when I can, and am super aware of my body’s cues.
Comfort/Symptoms. As I shared above, I have been blessed to have the full run of pregnancy symptoms this pregnancy. I kid, but am realizing how fortunate I was with my pregnancy with Mitch. Sleep was a bit of a struggle in my first and is starting to be so again as my belly grows, but otherwise I feel just as good this pregnancy as the first.
Emotions. My emotions are intense this round! I am that pregnant lady that started crying at a commercial and again the other day when I saw a man eating alone. I became so upset that he didn’t have someone to share lunch with that I started welling up at work. You guys, it is intense. And then someone came and sat with him a few minutes later. The emotions will overcome me in ways that I cannot control and seem small or silly, but in the moment I can’t control myself.
Movement. This little one has been on the quiet side. When I look back at my updates with Mitch, he was rocking and rolling at 22 weeks and continued to be a jumping bean through the end of the pregnancy (and still is today). My second pregnancy, baby is sitting a lot lower in my belly (Mitch was always on my left side by my ribs) and just hangs out. Movements have been rolls and stretches versus Mitch’s one-two-punch moves.
Cravings. One thing I was always disappointed with in my first pregnancy was my lack of pregnancy cravings! I wanted to look at Phil at a random hour and request a gallon of ice cream or pickles with chocolate sauce. But, it never came. I remember one night looking at him and asking for a root beer. That was it. Boring.
This pregnancy, I have had a few cravings, but again, nothing to send Phil racing to the store. I’ve wanted big sandwiches, ice cream and pickles. Mmmm. Oh, and I was obsessed with the Starbucks pink drink for two weeks. Otherwise, I’m just a bit hungrier than usual, especially in the mid-afternoon.
Excitement. Despite my pregnancies differing in so many ways, I am over the moon to bring a little one into our family. The other day I was feeling lackluster (dressing for work everyday can be frustrating, if only yoga pants were acceptable), and Phil looked at me and told me I was more beautiful today than ever because I am carrying our baby. And then I cried because it was about the sweetest thing I have ever heard. And he was right, it is a blessing and strength to carry our baby, for that I am forever grateful.
Did you have any cravings with your pregnancy(s)?
Did you notice a lot of similarities or differences between pregnancies?