Pregnancy Update - Week 21

Other than announcing that there is a baby on the way, and mentioning that said baby is to be of the female variety, I have done a very poor job of documenting this pregnancy. And that makes me sad, because with Brigid, I kept a running diary of every little thing that happened to me throughout the process, and how it all made me feeeeeel, and what my health stats were very week, and blah, blah, blaaaaaah.

Blah.

The second child inferiority complex starts in the womb, apparently.

But really, it's not that I'm not so OMG!!EXCITEDBABY!!$#!YAYBABY!!! about this whole situation, it's just that I have nothing to say about this pregnancy that won't sound annoyingly trite and obvious.

I'm tired - Of course you're tired, you idiot. You have a two year old at home. Suck it up and get used to it, princess.

I have heartburn - Sure, you've had maybe three or four bouts of not-so-great indigestion, but you were thisclose to vomiting for three straight months last time. Plus, some people vomit through their entire pregnancy. So...boo-freaking-hoo.

Someone at work told me they could tell I was pregnant because I used the bathroom a lot and my hips were getting bigger - Ok...well...yeah, that sucks. NOBODY wants to hear that their hips are getting bigger, even when they can see it happening for themselves. But still. That's not exactly ground-breaking stuff there, is it?

And...I swear. That's all I've got. I feel fine, outside of work stress and general toddler-aided exhaustion, and it's kind of just business as usual right now.

I mean, my blood pressure is excellent. I'm gaining weight at a slightly less alarming rate (although, still somewhat alarming when I actually sit down and think about it, which I try not to do that often) than I gained it with Brigid. I can feel the baby move, sometimes, when I stop moving around (so...when I sleep, basically). I have a pile of already-done baby laundry waiting to be folded and put away, with another load or two still needing to be done. At some point I intend to brave the mess that is our basement to find the swing and the pack n' play, so I can start to reclutter my living room with stuff. And maybe I'll look for the bottles, too, just so they're ready if they're needed.

I do have a very big need for teeny-tiny hangers, but that's about the most pressing thing I've got going on right now. Oh, and I guess we are going in for a fetal echo in a couple of weeks, to see if Brigid's heart condition will be shared by her little sister, but I'm trying not to think about that right now, because there's really nothing I can do about it one way or the other, and we'll just deal with what comes at us, same as we did before.

Believe me, I'm not complaining, because NOTHING is better than an uneventful pregnancy, but still...I'm going to have to work on this whole sharing of attention thing, I think.

I wouldn't want my little sisters to realize that the first-born really IS always the favorite, would I?