I am not ready to reclaim this mantra. Seriously.
They say that the second time you get pregnant, your body knows what to do. Many of my friends started showing really early, or peeing a lot. And if I had a dollar for every time I heard someone say “I feel like the baby is just gonna fall out”, well I could definitely get an entree at the Olive Garden. WITH dessert.
But me? MY body? All it remembers is that when creating life, it chooses not to sleep. Like ever. I can’t fall asleep, I can’t stay asleep. Trying to nap is futile and forget being comfortable. My hips while stunningly soft and curvy to the untrained eye, become slabs of nothing but bone and pain when pinned to the mattress by the rest of me.
MY UNBORN BABY IS THE SIZE OF A BLUEBERRY.
This doesn’t seem fair.
Remember how Oscar was eleven POUNDS at birth? And how second boys tend to be bigger than their older brothers? Suddenly, wishing for a girl doesn’t seem so bad…I just can’t imagine what my body will do when this baby decides it wants arms and legs and, you know, organs and whatnot.
I’ve already spent one night on the couch and it’s only the first trimester.
This could get ugly.