I Did't Know I Was Pregnant

The other night I was channel surfing and came across a show called "I Didn't Know I Was Pregnant." Many things about that show baffle me, not the least of which there have been enough women to not know they were pregnant to make a show. Secondly, which part was confusing to you? The lack of a period for 9 months? The fact that you gained a ton of weight without trying? Or, I don't know, how about the human being moving inside of your abdomen? Today, I am about 7 weeks pregnant and was certain that I was knocked up about 3 weeks ago, before the plus sign even appeared on the test. Here is how I knew.

-the fact that my non-existent, deflated water balloon boobs were becoming re-inflated.

-the unprompted, hysterical sobbing during episodes of Glee (Quinn had the baby! Rachel's mom adopted her! So gut-wrenching.)

-waking up on my parents' couch at 8:30 PM, having fallen asleep 30 minutes earlier.

-suddenly gagging at the smell of coffee and when changing my daughter's diaper (ok, that one's not that much of a stretch).

-the fact that my skin looks like a "before" picture in a Proactiv commercial.

I love being pregnant and know what a blessing it is, so none of this is a complaint. I'm not the sharpest knife in the drawer, but I'm pretty sure I will never say "I didn't know I was pregnant!"

Mama's Got A Brand New Baby!

So at long last, after months of charting my temperature, examining cervical fluid like it was a Magic Eye poster and a little help from Clomid, I am happy to announce that baby #2 is on the way! I am only a few weeks along and probably breaking protocol by announcing so early, but I have a big mouth and can't keep it shut any longer. Getting pregnant this time around is so different than it was with #1 I couldn't help but write about it. Case in point:

With #1, I burst into hysterical sobs upon reading the positive test, then proceeded to take 5 more tests just to see them turn pink.
With #2, I took a test, started running around after #1 and forgot that I had taken a test. When I saw it was positive, I immediately started feeling guilty that I would be taking attention away from Captain Destructo.

With #1, I indulged my pregnancy fatigue and napped, in my bed, often several times a day.
With #2, I turn on Sesame Street just so I can actually sit still for 30 minutes.

With #1, I obsessed over pregnancy calendars and could tell you exactly how far along I was at any given point (3 weeks, 4 days, and 5 hours pregnant).
With #2, I have actually forgotten that I was pregnant for long periods of time.

With #1, I played the pregnancy card big time and refused to do anything dirty or difficult.
With #2, I am doing all the same things I did pre-pregnancy. I am even still washing dirty cloth diapers in the toilet without gagging.

I am totally thrilled to be pregnant again, that is when I'm not feeling guilty about taking attention away from Captain Destructo. I look forward to spending the rest of my life trying to make it up to her.