A few observations about being pregnant a second time.
- I’m less worried. We did this before, we can do this again. No surprise, huh?
- I do believe the female body in its twenties is perhaps a bit more attractive pregnant than the female body in its thirties. There seems to be a bit more spread this time.
- Every pregnancy is different. I’m now past the point in Zora’s gestation when we found out that things were screwy with the placenta. This little guy seems to have done a very good job of getting his placenta in the right place. Nice work!
- Oh, yeah…I guess I haven’t mentioned it on the blog: it’s a boy!
- Every pregnancy may be different, but I still have the horrific, toe-curling heartburn this time around. Like the kind where I can’t sleep and I obsess about what I’m going to eat all the time, and I wind up dehydrated because while cold water gives the heartburn immediate relief, the extra liquid seems to make the stomach acid more mobile.
- I am happy to finally be at the point where I can cradle the belly a bit. Without people wondering why I’m holding my lower abdomen.