28 weeks, peeps. As in officially (unofficially? according to bump.com?) third trimester. Wasn’t it just yesterday that we found out we were pregnant? Was it really so long ago that we were contemplating trying for another baby? How is it that this second pregnancy seems to be going by so quickly that I barely remember I’m pregnant at all (aside from the constant aches and pains that is)?
A part of me can’t remember what it’s like NOT to be pregnant but most of the time I can’t get over how quickly time is flying. Like the fact that it’s the middle of February already when I haven’t faced the fact that Christmas ended. I attribute most of the time-flying-by stuff to Peanut. Ever since I birthed the tiny little human time decided that fast is the new slow.
Third trimester brings with it bi-weekly appointments, low iron scores for me (just like with P), and anxiety attacks surrounding the fact that we are so very unprepared for this addition to our family. As if sleeping wasn’t hard enough with the back aches, the inability to sleep on my stomach or back, and the tiny (adorable) baby kicks in the middle of the night – now let’s add some anxiety to the mix and we’ll call that a third trimester. Welcome.
Speaking of being unprepared, do you know that by 28 weeks we had about 90% of Peanut’s room put together, decorated, and ready to go? I’m pretty sure that by this point I purchased at least 5 million tiny little pink outfits and at least 10 thousand fluffy blankets. The only thing that I’ve purchased to date for our already-overlooked second child is a set of cotton blankets that were on clearance at TJ Maxx. A part of me says that there are a ton of baby clothes left over from Peanut’s newborn days that I’ll be a-ok for a little while. The other part of me is reminding me that Peanut was born in the dead of winter and that I had to throw out about 40% of her outfits due to poop-slosions.
Dear little chicken nugget – if you’re reading this, I swear to you that mommy and daddy love you very much. Please don’t judge our commitment based on how unprepared we are. And please don’t question our love for you based on the fact that you get only second-hand items. This is the fate of a second-born, my nugget. I promise there are perks to this as well.
I do feel a tiny ping of guilt as we revamp yet another room for Peanut while reusing all the items from her first couple of years for the second baby. But being a first-born myself, I must tell you it does hurt a bit when you have to give up the items you love so much because it’s time for the second baby to use them. So it’s not all pink-colored sunglasses and roses for the first-born child (although I’m sure my sister will make you a long list of the things that drive her wild about being a second born girl).
So here we are. The last leg of the second pregnancy journey – the third trimester.
- Size of baby: size of a head of cauliflower (16 in, 2.5 lbs)
- Total Weight Gain/Loss: 21 pounds (yipes)
- Movement: This kid is already so very different from Peanut – she moves around a lot, often, and seems to be a little more rough in her movements. Peanut’s movements were always very fluid and almost cautious (like she still is today) while this little nugget is all over the place and has sharp, hard movements. I don’t know if it’s her or the second pregnancy thing but ouchies.
- Cravings: No real cravings right now. No aversions. Although we are having shrimp cocktail, steak with red wine reduction, mashed potatoes and asparagus this evening for a vday dinner and I’m super excited (even if/especially because I’m the one making it)
- Great Moment this week: Peanut definitely has the baby in the belly thing down and we’ve been trying to teach her to call the baby by name. Yesterday was the first time that she did and it sounds so super adorable coming out in that high pitched little toddler voice.
Don’t hold me to this one, but Jon and I think that we’ve picked a name – we actually picked it a while back and have been letting it just sit for a little while to see if it sticks. So far it really has. We’re thinking of calling the baby Elizabeth Marie, or Lizzy.
Happy V-day, peeps.