Now and Then

***UPDATED***

I think it's pretty natural to compare pregnancies, I mean, everybody does it. (Even people who have no children have compared my first pregnancy to this second one, so I imagine prego people do it even more so.)

So, here goes:

*With Ben, from the moment I found out I was pregnant until he actually came out, and probably every day since then - ha ha!, my life was BABY BABY BABY BABY BABY BABY BABY. With this pregnancy, I forget now and then (and I did especially at the beginning) that I am pregnant, and when it crosses my mind or I feel a kick, it brings a smile to my face. The bigger I get, the harder it is to 'forget.' :)

*With Ben, I didn't show forever and ever and ever. I wanted to show, wanted to be obviously pregnant, and really and truly, until the very last week or even the very last few days, I never felt ginormous and gross. I already feel that way with this baby, sometimes. It's not that I think I look so huge, I just feel like a tank ...or, as nearly always crosses my mind when I am trying to roll over in bed, a beached whale. Ha ha. And with this baby, I could tell I was pregnant at 8 weeks. I think my belly button was already out by week 10.

*I was sick for 14 weeks with Ben, 20 with this little guy. No motivation there to have a third!

*I didn't play any role at all in remodeling Ben's room (except to give my opinion here and there). With this baby, it is at least 50/50 between Josh and me. I like it. I'm crazy tired from all the work, but I like it this way. I like home improvement stuff, honestly.

OK, new thoughts:

*with Ben, I had leg cramps left and right at night. Once I'd had that first one, it was like a nightly occurrence. Just the other day I was happily appreciating the lack of leg cramps this pregnancy. BUT I HAD ONE LAST NIGHT. We shall see. 

*Around 30 weeks with Ben (I think), we had finished his room. I think I have a belly picture of myself with his room in the background, of me at 30 weeks. Well, I'm 28.5 weeks at this point... and you know what? We might just hit that. I'll have to take a picture if we do!

*Ben was a kicker; this baby is a shover.

 

...to be continued, I am sure...