I have been thinking in Top Ten Lists lately. And I don't even watch Letterman.
Maybe it's because my life seems to be divided into lists: To Do Lists, Shopping Lists, Registry Lists, Grocery Lists, Sales Call Lists. (Did I mention that at 6 months pregnant I decided to get a part-time job. . in addition to my full-time one? Crazy!)
Whatever the reason, my brain is hard-wired lately for thinking in lists. So, sometimes we just gotta go with what we got, right?! Which is how I got. . . .
8 Ways Being Pregnant is Different This Time Around:
8. Being pregnant and tired entitles you to sleeping late every morning. . .. unless you have a two year old who wants to get up. While pregnant with Bjorn, I woke up to make The Hubs coffee in the morning, and then headed back to bed until 10, when I got my own coffee, watched The View and then took a nap at 11. With Peanut, I am awakened at 7 am by a toddler screaming "Mommy! Mommy!" through his monitor and it doesn't stop until naptime. And if The Hubs gets up and deals with the kiddo in the morning? Well, I can still hear him yelling and playing in the living room. We need better sound-proofing. Or a quieter kid.
7. Pregnancy means you can eat whatever you want - unless your two year old insists on sharing all your food with you. Then, you have to forgo the daily McDonalds salt-laden french fry platter and opt for the healthier option. Because I do share all my food with Bjorn and I do not want him eating that salty crap. So. . . my daily extravagances this pregnancy have been more pita chips and hummus, less french fries and milkshakes.
6. My body is already wrecked. The first time around, I lamented the stretch marks and the drooping, the veins and the unexpected bulging. This time around? Eh. Bjorn pretty much ruined this spring chicken's body, so any additional damage Peanut has done goes unnoticed. The fact that I'm laying off all the french fries has probably helped this time too!
5. I hate all my old maternity clothes. It's only been two years since I was pregnant with Bjorn, but I realize now just how awful I looked before. Did I think that just because I was "glowing" I could get away with shirts saying 'I'm not fat, I'm knocked up"?! Yes, it's still funny. Yes, I still giggle about it. But, now I reserve these shirts for workouts at the gym and lounging around the house. No one in my mom's group or church group needs to read that.
4. Naptime doesn't exist. This goes along with #8 on the list. . . sleeping in doesn't exist, and naptime doesn't exist. Yes, Bjorn takes almost a 2 hour nap every day, but that is my time. MY time. Sometimes my time means sweeping and mopping the house, sometimes my time means reading a book, taking a long shower or watching mindless TV. But why would I want to waste the only time I have all day that is MINE with a nap? I still wake up tired after a nap, so whats the use? And there are only so many hours in the day and only so many days 'til Peanut gets here and then there will be no such thing as my time.
3. I bring my guy with me to the doctor's office - and I don't mean The Hubs. With Bjorn, The Hubs came to every single OB appt. And we quickly learned that if you have to take off from a very busy job to go along with your wife, just don't. Because OB's are notorious for having emergencies. (Hello?! Women go into labor ALL the time. . . and always right before my appt time. It's the same Murphy's Law that applies to grocery checkout lines and TSA airport lines.) Once we waited almost 2 hours for our appt, and typically we waited about 45 minutes. Now, I bring Bjorn along with me (only because I don't like putting him in daycare more than three days a week), but The Hubs only comes for the "important" visits. Really, there is no reason to make him wait an hour just for Doc to come in for five minutes to measure, listen and tell me all is good. So far I haven't had any questions and we haven't needed to be there any longer than that. It's not that The Hubs isn't excited - he is. He just doesn't need to be in a doctor's office to experience it all.
2. I know what I am getting myself into. I was so naive with Bjorn. I didn't know what I was getting into - just that it would be painful and millions of women have done it since the beginning of time. Now, I know that Peanut's birth will begin with a planned date, a scalpel, and hopefully no coughing or sneezing for at least two weeks after. And I am not looking forward to it all. Correction: I am scared shitless. I hate surgery. I hate c-sections. And I hate that I am doing it all over again. But I love that I get to be pregnant and have another baby, so I guess that totally out-weighs the negative.
1. I don't really know what I am getting myself into. With Bjorn, I knew that I had not ever changed a diaper or been in charge of caring for something so helpless and new. I knew I was a newbie. This time, I am supposed to have it all figured out. But I don't. New Mom friends ask me "When did you start giving real food?" and "When did Bjorn first sleep on his stomach?" and I frantically flip through my blog to find the date and blog post. Because I remember that last week Bjorn tried to flush his cars down the toilet and yesterday he found out he really really likes chicken taquitos. But anything before that? I can't remember - it's like I'm an amateur all over again.
and 2 ways it's just the same. . .
2. Registering is just as fun. I didn't think it would be; I mean, we have what seems to be every gadget and device ever made for babies and toddlers. But it still was fun to take the scan guy and go crazy. . . which is probably why we have registries at three different places with almost 70 things on each! So what if over half of those are diapers, wipes and butt cream? You need what you need! And since we borrowed most of our stuff from friends who are also having babies again, well, there still is alot we need - more than we thought!
1. The whole pregnancy thing is still just as cool. Think about it - I am making a baby. I built it. Created it. With nothing but the grace of God, a little help from the Hubs and a pre-natal vitamin a day. How cool is that? In just a few months, Peanut is coming out, kicking and hollering, with a heart that wasn't there 10 months ago, bones that have been painstakingly stitched together while I slept and a temperament and manner that is all his/her own. I may be crafty and creative, but these babies are by far the coolest and most intricate things I have ever made. And that is still pretty frickin' cool that I get to do it.