It is absolutely crazy how different my first and second pregnancy have been. Just time itself has flown by this second time, while my first was slower than a snail. Yesterday Aryan asked if I was 30 weeks this week? Like no buddy, jump ahead an extra month and a half.
Besides how much faster time is passing, this pregnancy has been SO different.
First, it is really helpful not to have a high risk pregnancy looming over me. Just this week I was telling a doctor at the practice that Noah had confined placental mosaicism, and she was floored & telling me how rare it is… “Oh, I know girl, you don’t have to tell me.” I feel so grateful to not have a dark cloud like that always on my mind. It really makes the pregnancy a lot more bearable. Don’t get me wrong, I still worry about every single thing about my little girl, but those are fears that most pregnant moms share like is she kicking enough or is she growing well?
Second, my symptoms are WAY more severe. I am not sure if it’s because she’s a girl or because I am having two kids under two, but everything is so intense. My nausea was way worse, my insomnia is horrible, I have to take Zantac for heartburn twice a day and it still doesn’t help, my Braxton-Hicks contractions started so early and are way more frequent, and I am in so much pain. I thought it would be easier symptoms-wise, but it definitely is not.
The good news is that I am sooooo busy with a toddler, that I haven’t been able to focus much on those symptoms or really this pregnancy in general. My friends always tell me that they keep forgetting I am pregnant, because I don’t talk about it as much, and it is honestly because I forget. Not to mention that dark cloud is gone, so I probably have a lot less to say and update people on.
Lastly, the pain. My goodness, the pain. I have something called symphysis pubis dysfunction, which basically means my ligaments aren’t supporting my pelvic bone well enough (I think). The pain has gotten to an unbearable state this week, which has been super rough. I don’t really know anyone else who has had this, but basically I have read there isn’t much you can do about it besides have your baby.
Speaking of having the baby, my doctor had penciled me in for an induction at 39 weeks. My doctor said they like to do that for second pregnancies since our bodies basically know what to do. I was really hesitant about it at first, since I was induced the first time for medical reasons, and I wanted to go into labor naturally. Now, I am literally counting down the days until that induction just to get rid of this pain. That is, if I make it to 39 weeks. I am currently already 1cm dilated and 40% effaced and her head is down, ready for delivery. I would like to fully cook her, so I am staying off my feet as much as possible, which is hard with a toddler.
The best news is that Aryan has officially quit his job as a traveling consultant and now works full time in Houston. It has been a GAME CHANGER. I get to see him an hour before Noah’s bed time, and then he usually goes back to work from home. Having that extra hand before bedtime is incredible, because it requires a lot of heavy lifting that I cannot currently do. Plus I feel lucky to be able to have my partner by my side when I sleep every night (or most nights because he still travels a bunch). I think we were both so nervous about this huge change, but I think we can also both say that it was the best decision we’ve (yes I had a say in this) made yet. At the end of this life, we won’t be worried about that extra dollar that could have been made, but we will be so grateful for that extra cuddle or laugh we had before bedtime with our newly growing family.
I am still working half days, 5 days a week, and I love my job. I love working with my family, the flexibility, and being able to work in an industry I love (marketing). I plan to go back after my maternity leave although I still have no idea where I will leave my two children, since throwing Noah on my Mom won’t be as easy with a newborn in the mix. You would think I have it figured out this close to my delivery date, but I am sort of just letting things fall they way they will. If you would have told me a year ago that I would be living at my parents house, working part time, and Aryan would be working in Houston, I wouldn’t believe you. So this time I am just going to let things work themselves out as time goes on.
Although we are definitely searching for homes now that Aryan is here. We are in no rush to find something since we are pretty damn comfortable, but we are constantly sending each other homes and going to open houses… a process I have learned I really hate. As of right now, I think we will have a lot of trouble agreeing on a home since what is important to us is very different.
That’s it for now!