I remember being pregnant with Bridger because it was so new
and singular. I remember being so
thirsty in the middle of the nights that I literally could not swallow. I remember being nauseated. I remember craving soft-serve vanilla ice-cream
cones and green salad. I remember
thinking how wonderful and easy life was going to be just having one sweet tempered
and quiet little boy, like his dad. Bridger
turned out to be definitely sweet, but not at all like his dad. While he naps, I look around at the diapers,
blocks, bread crumbs, and piles of clothes strewn across the floor and decide
to escape to my bed. I haven’t written
about this second pregnancy yet or any of my thoughts about #2, so in the 15
minutes or so before the monster awakes, I am going to jot down a few thoughts.
First of all, it took Tim and me almost a year to get
pregnant with Bridger; when Tim suggested we think about trying for #2, I said,
“Sure,” since it would take us a while before we really had to worry about it. Just like a little surprise party though, I
got a positive pregnancy test three weeks later. My first thought was, “Yay, I won!” My second thought was, “Uh oh.” Luckily Tim was thrilled because he would be on Christmas Break when it was due AND he was sure it was going to be a girl
this time.
Fast forward 18 weeks – the baby is due before his semester
finals begin AND it’s a boy. Despite Tim’s
initial disappointment, he is looking forward to another hooligan. He keeps referring to his 1.5 kids as “his
boys.” Personally, I am elated it’s a boy. So far, my plans are working out just how I
want them to – two boys and two girls.
However, if #2 is anything like Bridger, we might rethink the two girls
part. This pregnancy has been a piece of
cake, compared to my first (and my first was easy peasy). Until last week, I couldn’t even tell I was
pregnant – no symptoms at all. This week
however, I am a ravenous eating machine and have put on 10 pounds in a matter
of days. All I want to eat is steak and
chocolate milk (and I do). After getting
out of the shower this morning, I realized that none of my pants fit and that
my big butt is back. I had high hopes of
handling this pregnancy differently, eating only healthy foods and exercising
every day, but when my stomach rumbles (constantly), all goals fly out the
window. I am also much more emotional
with this pregnancy and feel more stress about everything.
We’re calling this baby #2 until we can find a name we both
like. Since that will take another five
months, we’ll give it a number. Boy
names are so much harder to pick than girl names. As far as looks go, I can’t imagine a cuter
baby than Bridger, but maybe he’ll get my dad’s tall genes. I am extremely nervous to have a brand new
baby in the winter. For my sanity, I
have to get out of the house every day.
I don’t know if that will happen with #2 and Bridger in tow, especially
during cold/flu/RSV season. I had some
serious baby blues with Bridger during his first winter months and I am looking
for ways to prevent it this time. I know
the spring will come only four (or five) months after the birth, so I just have
to keep the germs away, keep Bridger occupied in a tiny space, and a smile on
my face until then. Not too hard, right? Overall, we are looking forward to #2’s arrival
on December 10th (probably sooner) and can’t wait to see what he will look like and be like - no doubt, the best Hemming yet.
