I have to say, most of you were spot-on in your guesses in the comments and on Twitter and Facebook.
The pregnancy has been following pretty much the exact same pattern as my first, and although it would have been nice to balance things out with a girl, I wasn’t surprised to find out we were adding another awesome little man to our mix.
Maybe it’s that good old nesting instinct kicking in to remind me how little time I’m about to have for myself, but I feel a vague sense of panic in the back of my mind about getting everything ready in time for this little boy’s arrival in November. I’ve been on the road for about three months straight, so at least it feels good to have finally landed back in LA about a week ago. But still… I keep attempting to give myself the same advice I would give any other expecting mom – you have to make time to take care of yourself.
Lately the positive focus has been on sharing the excitement with my two year old, Finn. He asks to ‘hear’ the baby and puts his ear up to my belly to listen or hug or just to be close. For some reason, he’s also very excited about going to the beach with the belly-baby (Mommy is less-so about finding a bathing suit that fits). There are wonderful things that I forgot about — the exact feeling of those little feet and hands kicking around in there has got to be one of the most extraordinary things I’ve ever experienced in my lifetime. There are not-so-wonderful things that I don’t remember from the first round one, namely the amount of physical fatigue I feel! My feet are aching and blistered, and it’s a challenge making time to go to prenatal yoga, which was my secret weapon the first time around (I was in yoga class 12 hours before I gave birth). I keep attempting to give myself the same advice I would give any other expecting mom: You have to make time to take care of yourself. Your body is under enormous pressure and you need to be kind to it.
Anyone ever notice how hard it can be to take your own advice? (And does anyone have some advice for me on adding a sibling and handling TWO little boys?)