A tale of two pregnancies


It’s hard to believe this second pregnancy is almost over. It felt much quicker than Vivi’s, mostly because I’ve been so preoccupied with moving, working, pioneering, and, oh yeah, having a kid already.

That being said, these last couple weeks are certainly taking their time. Just saying.

I wanted to get down in writing a few of the main differences between my pregnancies so I could remember later. So here goes the documenting…

In a lot of ways, they’ve been similar. I’ve had a fairly easy go of things, I’ve enjoyed being pregnant most of the time, I’ve carried small (though ultrasounds have proven this baby is perfectly on target size-wise, same as Viv was), and both my babies have been very active in the womb.

The main difference was in the first trimester.

With Vivi, I remember a bit of nausea (or at least very strong food aversions), but it could usually be avoided by working out and keeping full. I’m told I was tired a lot, but I honestly don’t remember that as much.

With this kid? Woof.

I was exhausted the first three months, and I felt nauseous any time I wasn’t completely full from my last meal during months two and three. Work was nearly impossible, and I’ll be the first to admit that our screen time rules went out the window as entertaining Vivian was usually too much for me to handle. The nausea also lasted a week or two longer than the first go-round—with Vivi I remember instant relief at 12 weeks. This time, it was closer to week 14 or 15.

And while both my bellies have been on the smaller end of the scale, this one definitely started out more centralized and “pointed” and stayed that way pretty much the entire pregnancy. With Vivi, I sort of thickened up for a few months before things started to poke out in the front.

It was also interesting to see the pros and cons of working full-time in NYC whilst pregnant versus working part-time from home in a small town. In most cases, things were positive. I could cook my meals easier, meaning I ate healthier and could eat whatever I needed at the moment. I could lie on the couch and rest whenever I needed to. I didn’t have to get on the subway or worry about getting a seat. I didn’t have to walk four miles a day two and from work, no matter the weather.

On the other hand, sometimes I missed the walking. I didn’t have as much freedom with my workouts or when I rested at home because I have a toddler. I had to actually cook all my meals (and cravings) as opposed to just typing it into Seamless and having it delivered in minutes. It was less convenient…and yet still, largely easier.

So…not wildly different. But definitely not the same. In a couple weeks, I guess we’ll know if that means a different gender or not! Stay tuned 😉