“Every pregnancy is different.”
It didn’t resonate with me just how true the old adage was until I became pregnant with my second child. I think, no, I knew, I was pregnant maybe two weeks after conception. Call me crazy, but I knew that feeling of nausea all too well. I randomly told Mel, “I think I’m pregnant,” he says, “Nah babe, you might just be gassy.” Wait…What?? lol.
Mel and I hadn’t ‘planned’ to have more children until Aria was about four or five years old. Heck, we were even entertaining the idea that if we only had one child, that was totally fine. Obviously, things don’t happen when and how you want them to, they happen when and how they are supposed to. Let’s be real for a second…when we found out we were pregnant for the second time, I can’t say that “excited” was the first word to come to mind–more like, “SURPRISE!” As I was looking at the results of my pregnancy test, Aria was dumping out a chik-fil-a cup of lemonade onto the floor. Are we really ready for this? Two babies? Right now? Life was hitting us at an all-time high. Between work, serious family matters, not to mention that we were in the middle of the home-buying process, and it was the beginning of the holiday season…it really took a while for it to settle in that we were expecting a new baby. There were so many mixed feelings and emotions, but as time went on, of course I began to see that something as big and momentous as this was nothing but a gift from God. I am a firm believer that “If God brings you to it, He will see you through it.” I think bringing a new baby into our lives was the silver lining on the clouds during the personal storms we were going through.
I often found myself wondering, how can I love another baby as much as I love my Ari? When I used to hear people say things like that about their second child, I would shake my head and think, “The same way you loved your first.” My oh my, the tables have turned on me because there I was asking myself that same question, and the answer that I thought was so simple, was anything but. I still don’t have an answer, but I do know that with each passing day I am falling more and more in love with the life forming in my womb.
It’s amazing to me because with Aria’s pregnancy, I may have been borderline obsessive. I was reading every book I could get my hands on, I was in the baby section of every store, and I was
googling researching every flutter, leak, and twinge of pain. (Disclaimer: To my Posh & Pregnant Mumsies, please DON’T google your pregnancy issues. My last pregnancy query was, “Eating Tuna Fish During Pregnancy.” After a few clicks I wound up with “…Having a baby with missing limbs and mental disorders.” What? All of this from a Tuna Fish Sandwich?! That’s when I knew I had to stop with the Googling.) The Second Time Around, I feel a tad bit more relaxed; I’m excited that I’m actually able to enjoy this pregnancy a bit more because its not laced with the first-time jitters and worry. I’m happy to be able to feel the kicks, the growth, and watching my belly move. I didn’t realize just how much I missed being pregnant, being able to rub my tummy, and feeling so connected to the life inside of me. It’s beautiful. I have energy, I feel somewhat “normal,” and I have this cute, basketball baby bump. The icing on the cake:
On April 2nd, two days before Aria’s second birthday, we found out that our second child is (undeniably) a boy. Aria is going to be a BIG SISTER to her little “brudder!” August 16th, 2013 is the date our son is scheduled to make his debut into this world and we couldn’t be more excited!
What we thought was not an “ideal” time for a new baby, turned out to be the perfect time. We are now living in our new home, our children will be close in age, and it almost feels like our little family is complete.
I know I said it before, but I have to say it again. If God brings you to it, He will see you through it. Not only did he bring us through our personal storms that we were going through at that time, He even gave us a rainbow complete with a pot of gold at the end.
Love, Hugs, and We’rehavingababyitsaBOY,