Fun With Future Baby: Week 22

I feel kind of bad. I was reading over my pregnancy archives from Aidan’s pregnancy and they’re so much longer and full of my observations about what it felt like to be pregnant. My observations from this pregnancy have been lackluster so far, in my opinion.

To be fair, I was warned this would happen. With all the busyness of running a household and chasing a toddler around, I simply have less time to reflect on what Little Girl’s doing in there.

There’s no denying she’s a mellower kid than her brother, though. She does her fair share of wiggles, but they’re so much gentler than Aidan’s ever were. I’m optimistic that this means she’ll be a cuddler, or at least hopefully the kind of baby who won’t mind napping. Not like her brother, who thinks naps are a personal affront and wants nothing to do with them.

It’s difficult to be pregnant while mothering a toddler. I’m tired a lot, sore a lot, and short on patience more than I’d like to admit. I’m just not at my best. It’s rough.

Not helping this is the fact that Aidan’s in a difficult place in his sweet young life. Defiant, stubborn, and exploratory, he’s more likely to leap first and ask questions later. I love that about him, but I also definitely wish he’d take it easy on me a bit more.

I keep trying to explain to him that Baby Sister’s in my belly, and soon she’ll come out and play with him, but he doesn’t care. If I ask him where the baby is, he continues to point to himself.

I’m trying to wean him off being held and carried everywhere, so hopefully that won’t come as too much of a shock when Little Girl’s here. I do, however, think it’s going to be rough when he realizes I can’t cater to his every whim immediately when there’s a whole new set of needs to address. I think we’re in for a lot of tantrums.

Regardless, I can’t wait for my daughter to get here. I can’t wait to snuffle her head and kiss her chubby little cheeks and hold her in my arms. My boobs feel like they’re already sore and filled with milk, and I’m actually excited to breastfeed again.

My insomnia seems to have let us this week THANK GOODNESS and my appetite is ferocious. My belly is plagued by twinges of round ligament pain and I can’t really tie my shoes anymore, plus I get out of breath just from walking around the block or going up the stairs, but it’s ok. It’s all in service to Little Girl, and the nice thing about your second pregnancy is you know the great reward that comes at the end of it all.