In May 2008, I found out I was pregnant. It would be my first pregnancy of all time. When I read the test, I just thought to myself "Ok, I'm pregnant." Since I wasn't surprised to see a positive result, I called my husband at work and gave him the news. He just said "Really? Ok. Well, I'll see you when I get home." I've since wondered why our response to the news was so casual. I guess it could be attributed to the fact that it took no time at all for me to get pregnant (and for that I am extremely grateful), so I don't think we really had time to decide how we would handle things.
Because this was my first pregnancy, I really didn't know what to expect. All I had ever learned or heard about was from other people, so in a way I just assumed I would have the same experiences. I started reading "What to Expect When You're Expecting" but to be perfectly honest I got bored with it. Everything I read was not happening to me. I decided I would use the book more as a reference when I had a question rather than fill my mind with what could happen.
Within weeks of finding out I was pregnant, we learned that three other girls in our family were expecting too. We were all due within weeks of each other. One of my cousin's blogged all about her experience and it was while I was reading her posts that I realized how different our pregnancies were. She was going through things that never once happened to me. She felt sick all the time. I never had morning sickness. Those sorts of things.
As my pregnancy progressed it continued to be really easy. I was amazed and shocked. Sure, there were moments of discomfort, but that was only when the baby had her leg in a weird place and as soon as she moved I was totally fine. I slept better than I ever had before. I never threw up after eating. I never had heartburn, etc.
The few things that were annoying happened as I neared the 9 month mark: my blood pressure was high, so my doctor told me to take things very easy; my ankles, hands and feet swelled; and one of fingers was constantly numb.
Six days before my due date, my doctor decided to induce me because my blood pressure continued to increase.
Like my pregnancy, my labor and delivery was a lot less dramatic and painful than I anticipated. Our daughter was born 5 hours after we got to the hospital. I think I pushed two, possibly three times. And the 22 pounds I gained quickly vanished just weeks later without me doing anything.
Now that our daughter is two, my husband and I have started to think about thinking about having another baby. As I contemplate what it would be like to have another child, the thing that scares me the most is being pregnant again. I think I was almost too lucky with my first experience that I'm due for the complete opposite the second time around. All the difficulties that come with having the actual baby in the flesh doesn't scare me quite as much because I'll have my husband to help me with that. But, I'm on my own during those first 9 months.
Back in 2008, when we decided to have a baby, ignorance was blissfully on our side. This time, I'm much more cautious. Even though I know everyone's experience is different, I'm curious to know who have been pregnant more than once if they were similar. Was one really easy while the other just a nightmare?
Thoughts are appreciated!