Everything is different with this pregnancy. Friends, family and even other bloggers warned me it would be and I thought no way. But it has been. For example. I am almost 17 weeks and I haven't taken one bump picture yet - I took them every week with Bryce before I even had a bump. I haven't written one blog, we haven't bought one thing and mostly I worry about the transition for Bryce.
There are some great things about being pregnant the second time though. For example, I worry much less about all the things that can go wrong in labor and pregnancy, I just don't have time. I don't google every pain and feeling. I am not scared about bringing the baby home. I know we will be able to handle a newborn. I don't worry about labor, or nursing, or whether the dog will eat the baby - all like I did with Bryce.
The best part of the second pregnancy was how early I felt this baby move. I feel Baby A all the time, at this point with Bryce I still hadn't felt him. That's the only part of being pregnant that I ever really enjoyed (that and the long thick hair which is so cruelly taken away after birth).
Another difference with this pregnancy is that I desperately feel the need to find out the sex of the baby, where with Bryce we didn't find out. Rob doesn't quite feel the same way, but has given in for me (best Valentine's Day present). There are a few reasons that I really want to find out this time. First, some days I don't even think about the fact I am pregnant until I finally lay down in bed, and I think knowing the sex and thus what we will name him/her will make it more real and help me connect with the baby while I am pregnant. Also getting the room ready will make me feel like I am doing something to prepare for this baby. And, honestly, I was on so many drugs that the surprise of Bryce being a boy when he was born was a little hectic. I didn't hear the doctor tell us he was a boy, then when the nurse held him up for me to see there was so much going on that I still couldn't tell, I had to ask rob, who told me we had a son, which was honestly really special. But this time I have visions of telling Bryce he is having a brother or sister.
I know we will love this baby just as much as Bryce (I don't worry about that at all), but I can't help but feel a bit guilty about the lack of preparing and thinking about Baby A while I am pregnant.
