Ok, so I haven't blogged in awhile. I had a few things on my mind. Namely, I got knocked up again and that sort of makes every other little pizzly thing i ever whined about look null and void and quite childish and pathetic. Stop whining about traffic and latte lines, you have a fetus in you now. Point taken.
So, I may be over that initial shock now that i'm a good solid 32 weeks in and counting. They tell me this time it's a boy. I'm actually quite pleased, one of each now and although I won't be using the insanely adorable girl clothes I've been storing for 8 years, I will get to reuse the crib, baby swing (minus a leg thanks bro), and highchair. It's almost nostalgic. It has been awhile though, and I am fairly certain we have NO idea what we're getting ourselves into again. I'm positive it will be completely different and not in an easier, heck i've done this before kind of way.
Yes, I think being a first time mom in your mid-20's is blissful ignorance compared to all the things on our plate at 33. Including 2 large dogs. Aside from the financial concerns, I want to get everything done and ready for this baby now because it's getting physically harder to do everything, everyday. Getting out of bed is a physical chore and lord help me if something falls on the floor! I'm not picking it up. Soemone get over here and do it! I don't remember feeling exactly like this before, but it was a long time ago. I definitely don't remember my fingers hurting from swelling, or being winded walking up stairs, but that's probably just the difference between pregnancy at 25 vs. 33. Not only am I convinced I'm not going to last much longer than another 4 weeks, I'm hoping that's true because it really is physically taxing and -in contrast to the previous pregnancy- I actually have a FT job i'm expected to show up for and stay for 9 hours. That I have objections to on a plethera of levels, but it is what it is. I thought initially I'd be here til my water broke but now I'm jealous of that manager who got put on bed rest after only 20 weeks or so.
It's going to be a whole new dynamic at home, and I imagine a sharp turn in blog topics if I keep it going. My daughter is such a fun and unique person, I am looking forward to learning what this little guy is like. I can't help but hope he's a little bit more like me :) than my safety queen at home. Although, I can imagine I'll have to do actual baby-proofing and with her I really didn't have to do anything because she always stayed wherever you put her. I honestly can't imagine what it's like to have scores of multiple children like on those TLC shows. I never even feel like I have enough time to give one child, with another one on the way I keep hoping I'll somehow learn to juggle time and attention enough for two but I know it will never feel like enough. How can you split your time with 19? Or 8? Or 6? Time will tell..