If you didn’t deduce it from the headline (and if you didn’t, I certainly hope you’re not a detective), I’m pregnant with my second child. I’ll be 15 weeks tomorrow, with a due date of April 3. My daughter will be approximately 20 months old, and I will be approximately very, very busy.
I always wanted my kids to be closely spaced, so I certainly wasn’t preventing pregnancy. And I know how the whole thing works. But I was still quite surprised when I peed on a stick one day and a second line appeared. After six months of trying and one chemical pregnancy when trying to conceive my daughter, I expected it to take a little while. I was ready to go with the flow this time and relax about the whole thing, as opposed to the temping and charting of last time.
And then one day I got super tired when rocking Avery for her afternoon nap. So tired that I practically rocked myself to sleep and had to close my eyes for 10 minutes. When the same thing happened the next day, I was very suspicious. I’m always tired. I’m no stranger to tired. But having to actually lie down at 2 o’clock in the afternoon and drag myself out of bed again? Not the norm for me. Sure enough, the test confirmed it.
Funny enough, the sleepiness passed really quickly, whereas with my first pregnancy it was my overriding symptom for the entire first trimester. However morning sickness quickly set in around week 6 and the dry heaving and puking fun began—the complete opposite from pregnancy No. 1. Avery would be in her high chair clamoring for breakfast, and I’d be in the bathroom, heaving and assuring her I’d be right there. Fatigue also hit me really hard—I wasn’t tired, necessarily, I just had absolutely no energy—and it wasn’t until week 13 that I even began to have short glimpses of what it felt like to be a normal human again. Workouts? Not happening. It took all of my energy to chase my daughter around and manage to keep clothes on our backs.
So while this pregnancy has already been tougher both because I’m chasing a toddler and I’ve felt exponentially worse than I did during my first pregnancy, I’m super excited about the impending adventure and this new little person that’s on the way. That’s not to say that I haven’t had moments of “Oh my goodness, how will I manage this?” But now that the nausea has passed, I’m starting to believe I can tackle anything. Maybe even a prenatal workout or two.
Were your pregnancy experiences polar opposites? Do you have closely spaced kids? I want to hear all about it! —Erin