Today marks 20 weeks of this pregnancy and now that I'm through the first trimester, things seem to be moving much quicker.  I've battled through the really tough initial parts and have finally made it to the other side.  A quick look at where I am these days:

I'm no longer sick.  Or, at least, not so often.  This baby is taking it easier on me than Henry did and the second trimester has really been treating me much better.  I still can't eat much and some smells really get to me (like the peppermint oil B sprayed all around the house over the weekend to get rid of spiders - I actually had to leave the house in order to feel better).  But, at least I'm not spending as much time feeling nauseous as I was.  I'll take it!

I've gained about three pounds.  That's definitely less than what I gained with Henry at this point.  Again, I don't eat much so I'm sure that's a large portion of the problem, but my doctor doesn't seem concerned so I'll just keep doing my best to make sure baby is healthy.

My eyelashes are insane, my face is (mostly) clear, and I feel more confident.  This is probably the biggest change for me this time around.  Maybe it's because I've been through this before and saw what is waiting for me on the other side, but this time around, I'm really embracing this little bump I have going.  Instead of trying to hide it, I'm okay with it being the star of the show.  Also, my face has stayed mostly clear (something that definitely didn't happen with Henry), and my eyelashes have gotten SO long.  Thanks, baby!

I am still incredibly exhausted.  With Henry, I eventually got to a point where I didn't feel the need to nap every single day, but not so with this one.  Of course, with Henry I didn't have a toddler running around and I wasn't also running a side business while working full-time.  I got to just go home from my day job and rest.  This time around, what's rest?


I'm feeling more optimistic about the newborn stage.  Probably also because I've been there, done that, but having a built in community this time has made me feel so much more relaxed.  When we had Henry, we had no one to help us except when we had visitors come from out of town.  This time, we have friends right down the road who are willing to help us in any way they can.  HUGE sigh of relief.  It does truly take a village and we finally have one.

I'm relishing the time as a party of three.  I know that our days are numbered and I'll be honest, it's the thing that's freaking me out the most.  I have no doubt I'll love this baby like I love Henry, but I'm really nervous about losing this rhythm that we have between the three of us.  By the time the baby gets here, we'll have been a threesome for almost exactly four years (baby is due 3 days before Henry's 4th birthday).  That's a long time to settle into our routine.  But I can only hope that the baby will change it in the best way possible.

Henry has been extra clingy to me.  While I love all of the extra snuggles and "I love you's" I'm getting, I can't help wondering if the sight of my growing belly isn't the cause.  He knows there is a baby in there, he calls it his baby, and he talks to the baby on occasion, but how much can he really GET at three years old?

I'm trying to plan for the future.  But each time I do, I just start laughing.  How can I possibly plan for how this shift is going to affect us?  I've always heard that going from 1 baby to 2 is harder than anything else.  So I should probably just give up and go with the flow.

All in all, things are feeling good these days.  I could do with a little more sleep, but who couldn't?  20 weeks left, little one.  We're so excited for you to turn our world upside down.