[Note: this post was written back in September, but posted on November 18th]
I'm faced with a conundrum - I've got some good stuff to write about, but am not quite ready to share it with the world yet. So Gordon suggested I write up the posts and just wait to publish them - brilliant idea! So here we go - this is "secret post #1"
Way back when we talked about having a family G and I both knew we wanted at least two children We both have siblings and had a hard time imagining raising an only child. So once we had gotten our feet under us in the parenting sense (but do you ever REALLY get your feet under you?) we "pulled the goalie" and started on baby Wong #2. And a handful of months (a couple of OPK kits, a bunch of pee-sticks and some silly obsessing by me) later here we are - pregnant again.
Or at least that's what the last two pee-sticks told me about a week ago. To be honest, I don't FEEL very pregnant. I can't remember - was I already sick at this point with Lily? I know I was eventually sick, but can't remember when exactly it started. I think that emotionally and mentally I just don't have room in my brain to even think about being pregnant. I know that every pregnancy is different, but this one is already SO different from when I was carrying Lily.
First there are the physical differences. I'm not super nauseous yet - just a little nausea here and there, but really laughable compared to how I felt last time (yeah, I know - I just jinxed myself). My skin is under full attack however - I'm breaking out and the rosacea and excema are both flaring up. I'm tired of course - at night I find myself hardly able to get through dinner before just wanting to curl up in a ball. I have no energy for silly things like condo business and budgets.
...ummm okay so I got called off for something while writing this post and never came back to it. So I'm calling it done now and moving on to the next one - Seven Weeks! (yeah, yeah I don't know what happened to week 6 either...)