Expecting baby N° 2… I know that it will be completely different this time. This time, I will be a bit more relaxed (well, I am not saying that I will not be completely freaking out when the baby is actually coming BUT I should be able to remain a bit cooler during the months before that). I will not read every available “How to become a perfect mum” or “100000000 things you should know about your baby” book (but I will most certainly read Tracy Hogg’s “Secrets of the baby whisperer” a second time ;-) ). I will probably not have the time to buy as many baby clothes or items for the new baby room as we did before Luca was born (we already had little L’s room fully furnished and decorated when I was about seven months pregnant!). And I can already tell you that, this time, I have serious problems remembering which pregnancy week I am in.
That’s why I thought I might just as well share my experience of being pregnant in Dubai with you. Week by week. That way, I will not forget my pregnancy weeks (hehe) and I might be able to share some interesting information. So, I will soon start with week 12 :-) But first, let me rapidly guide you through my first pregnancy weeks, or months:
1st month:
Wondering why little L stopped nursing from one day to the next. Starting to worry. Trying everything. Reading on the Internet that one of the reasons can be that the mum is pregnant again. Thinking “no” in disbelief. Thinking again. Thinking “????????”. Running to the pharmacy buying three pregnancy tests (two in case one of them is not working, one just because I thought it was really cool as you can see the advancement of the pregnancy and I only saw this one after having bought the first two ones… well…). Reading that you should do the test in the morning. Being impatient. Deciding that it cannot be that important to do the test in the morning. Pregnant is pregnant. Deciding to do the test now. Getting a negative result. Thinking that it might be important to do the test in the morning after all. Waking up super early the next morning. Needing to go to the bathroom. Urgently. Forgetting to do the test. Thinking “Sh…sh…sh…” Hating myself for needing to wait another day. Putting the test on the toilet that evening. Thankfully remembering to do the test the next morning. Waiting for two minutes. Why are these two minutes always so long????? Getting a positive result. Having problems to breath. Doing a second test to be sure (and being happy to have bought three tests after all). Getting a positive result again. Feeling excited. Thinking of all the nice ways to announce the pregnancy to my husband. Deciding to keep the pregnancy for myself this time and to do some research on how to make a creative announcement. Searching “creative pregnancy announcement” on Pinterest. Sitting about 30min in the bathroom looking at different pregnancy announcement pics. Hearing my husband knock on the door. Opening the door. Squeaking “I am pregnant”!!!. Thinking “So much for the creative pregnancy announcement”. But feeling happy. Deciding to wait till the end of the third month to announce the pregnancy just as we did it for little L. Telling my husband that it is really important not to tell his mum just yet. Calling my own mum the next day to tell her….
2nd month:
Feeling good and happy to be pregnant again. Thinking that this pregnancy will be just as the first one: super easy. Thinking that nothing can go wrong as I was feeling perfectly fine until the end when I was pregnant with little L. Realizing that pregnancy N° 2 can be totally different from pregnancy N° 1… Starting to feel sick from one day to the next. Feeling sick in the morning. Well, it’s called morning sickness. But feeling sick at noon as well. And let’s not talk about the evening. Feeling sick at the supermarket. Feeling sick when preparing little L’s lunch (especially then…!!). Deciding that our little monkey can have jars from time to time. Feeling like the worst mum on earth. Feeling guilty. But feeling sick. Deciding that it is more important not to feel sick than not to feel guilty. Giving little L a jar. Realizing that little L caught a virus. Taking care of ill little L. Feeling tired. Catching the virus myself. Feeling even more sick. Realizing that this pregnancy might be a little bit different indeed. Trying to take care of ill Luca and myself. Begging my husband to help me a bit more. Hearing my husband say that we need some help. Deciding to start with the nursery. Feeling like the worst mum on earth again. Telling myself that I am not a bad mum but that I now have to think about what’s the best for both kids. Starting nursery. Seeing little L cry. Crying as well. Telling myself that this must be the pregnancy hormones already. Hanging in there. But feeling tired. And sick. Getting there after all. Seeing Luca getting used to the nursery. Feeling relieved. But tired. And sick.
3rd month:
Feeling sick. And tired. Oh, and sick. And tired. Thinking that I have the best husband in the world as he takes care of everything when he comes home while I literally collapse on the sofa (if you read this: THANK YOU!!!). Thinking that this sickness will never go away anymore. Reading that some women feel sick during their entire pregnancy. Feeling shocked! Reading that it should go away after the third month in most cases. Feeling a bit relieved. Wondering why on earth my belly is already showing when I nearly don’t eat anything. Basically living of spaghetti, zwieback and English breakfast beans (please don’t judge me… Only thing that would not make me vomit). Thinking that my abdominals must have somehow disappeared between pregnancy N° 1 and pregnancy N° 2. Thinking that my belly already looks way bigger this time. Wondering if I should start wearing pregnancy clothes already. Realizing that my last pregnancy was during winter time. In Switzerland. Abandoning this idea. Deciding to buy some large clothes instead (Zara has amazing ones!!!). Waking up one morning without feeling that sick. Waiting for the sickness to arrive during the day. Not feeling that sick anymore. Just tired. Not really believing it. Deciding to wait a bit longer for the sickness to arrive. Realizing that the sickness might not come back. Feeling relieved. And tired. And hungry. But above all happy, I guess.
So much for the first three months of my pregnancy. Excited to start with the weekly reports soon :-)
Xxx
Tani