As a mother, I always repeat this to anyone who listens: EVERY CHILD IS DIFFERENT.
And now that I have Number Two all snuggling up in my belly, I can safely say that the differences extend to pregnancy.
ALL PREGNANCIES ARE DIFFERENT.
So, Number Two.
The morning sickness is perpetual. It was terrible just a couple of weeks ago, I would lie down in bed immediately after husband got home. I still get the regular heaving on a daily basis and I did throw up more than the previous pregnancy, but the general sense of sickness has thankfully dissipated. With Aidan, I was sick all the way up till about 14 weeks or so and those days were bad. I had to take the train to and fro work and it was a nightmare. All I can remember is me clinging on to the pole for dear life as I tried not to retch in the jerky, stuffy MRT cabin. These days, I’d heave as I am driving and thank the gods that I am sitting in the air-conditioned comforts of my own car. Perspective, people.
I’m still tired as hell but hey, with a 20-month-old who does not sleep through the night, ANYONE would feel tired. Most days, I go to bed at 930 or so.
See, back when I was pregnant the first time, I had nothing else to care for. When I got home, I would lie down on the sofa and rest. Or I would watch mindless TV programs like “I Didn’t Know I was Pregnant!” and get all WTF over them. Now? Hah! I have to constantly chase after the little boy who cannot sit still. No time to lie down and moan about feeling sick!
Oh, Number Two.
We saw him/her the other day when we had our 9-week scan. My baby is, for the lack of a better word, a BLOB. Really. It was a blob with what looked like a tail. But he/she was clearly moving, the doctor pointed out. Too cute! I have a moving blob of a baby!
Also, please do not be as active as your brother. I’m not sure my aging legs and lungs can handle the two of you.
All’s good, we are proceeding with the OSCAR screening and I no longer have Dead Baby Thoughts.
Second time around, I am a chill mum.
Also, a mum who is crazy busy at work and dead tired after work, therefore has no energies to waste on Dead Baby Thoughts.
And who is going to bed now. At the late timing of 11pm. Goodnight grandma me.
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