Second Pregnancy Worries Are Normal
Honestly, for the entire first trimester of this (completely unplanned!) pregnancy, I would go days before suddenly remembering I was pregnant. This usually happened while I was making my daughter breakfast. I soon learned that her occasional request for scrambled eggs was a great way for the tiny nugget in my tummy to say, “Hey! I’m still here!”
That’s just one simple example of how different this pregnancy is from my first. There wasn’t a moment that passed during those nine months when my brain wasn’t thinking, “OHMYGOSH, I’m pregnant!”
Once I began getting the hint of a pregnancy bulge, however, the fact that I was pregnant kicked my brain into high gear, and I began to worry—and these were completely different worries than the ones I had with my daughter. I already knew what I was in for with a newborn: no sleep, non-stop crying, and the knowledge that I would be walking around doing my best zombie impression. I was prepared for that.
Yet, there are so many new things to freak out about the second time around.
How in the world will I handle two kids?
When naptime finally rolls around, I can barely contain my excitement. It’s unbelievable the amount of energy that toddlers are able to contain in their tiny little bodies, and how little energy I find myself having these days, even without the eight-month pregnant belly weighing me down. The image of feeding the baby while simultaneously trying to prevent my toddler from carrying the dog bowl down the hallway so she can feed her plush puppies makes me break out into a cold sweat. One of me, two of them. We really didn’t think this through, did we?
How in the world will I handle everything else?
In those rare moments when my daughter is sleeping, or otherwise engaged in her own little world, that’s when I make my escape. I sneak a load of laundry in, or I quickly unload the dishwasher. Or, time willing, I actually use the restroom in peace. Presumably, those tiny moments will now be taken up by my second child. When will anything happen? When will the house not look like a pigpen? When will the mountains of laundry make it back to their rightful place in our closets? More importantly, when will I be able to use the restroom!?
How will my family adjust to the change?
For the last two-and-a-half years, we have adjusted very well to being a family of three. Everyone has their roles, and our daughter enjoys being the center of attention. But in just 10 weeks (oh my…), that dynamic will be completely flipped around. Suddenly, there’s going to be a new member of the family, and while I know we will happily make the room, it’s scary to think about how different everything will have to be. Will our oldest embrace being a sister, or will she feel pushed aside? Since my husband was deployed for the first two months of our daughter’s life, how will he react to a newborn? Can I give enough love to everyone?
Stepping back from the ledge of insanity, I realize that women have been having more than one baby since the beginning of time, and clearly, it wasn’t the end of the world. Being pregnant is usually accompanied by fears and concerns about the future. It’s interesting to see how they change from the first baby to the second … Or third. Or fourth—if you’re really brave.
I’m definitely not!
Did your fears change from your first pregnancy to your second?