Pregnancy is funny. I've heard numerous times that every pregnancy is different and I'm finding that to be more and more true.
I had morning sickness with my daughter. If I set the alarm to wake up, you can pretty much guarantee that I was sick almost immediately after moving from my bed. I had no cravings, no mood swings, no emotional breakdowns, apart from one - with a husband that works away, I did my prenatal classes alone, and one bugged me.
I was also fortunate to wear my jeans all the way to the day that my daughter was born.
This time, however, is different for sure. Apart from some intermittent nausea in the first couple months, I'm now a good 7 weeks without really feeling anything. Not once have I "prayed to the porcelain Gods". I am finding I'm more emotional. No full breakdowns, because I'm really holding back, but I feel like I could cry over nothing half the time.
My pants. That's an issue in itself. I pulled out a bunch of shorts yesterday. Two fit. That's it. And probably only for a very short time yet. So ya, I'm having a harder time dealing with my clothes not fitting.
Now let me make sure I word this properly. I'm gaining yet. I'm good with that. I'm excited to have the big baby bump that is already growing. I'm not upset I'm getting big, it's just always sad when your clothes don't fit you.
This is the biggest difference between the two pregnancies for me. With B, I gained around 35, but carried her so high that my pants were never affected (and gained most of it the last 4-6 weeks). This one, I've gained a few so far (I am only 18 weeks, so long way to go & doc thinks I'll gain it all late like last time), I'm just holding much lower already. Which is the direct reason my pants don't want to fit.
Maybe it's a boy!!
It's all worth it in the end :)
