same but different

This evening we find out if this little jumping bean in my tummy is a boy or a girl.

To say we are excited is a giant understatement.

Of course this means everyone has been asking me, “what do YOU think it is?”

I really don’t know.

I mean, I guess I am assuming it’s a boy because I’ve grown a boy before.

So then people ask, “well is the pregnancy the same or different than with Eddie.”

I really don’t know how to answer that either.



This time around I barfed a LOT the first trimester.  I did that with Eddie too, but this time it was all day, every day.  I was even on medication for it.

This time around I was so exhausted I could hardly function.  I was wiped out with Eddie too, but back then I didn’t have a toddler to take care of during my “free time”.  I could just nap.

This time around I fell into a very bad depression.  That didn’t happen with Eddie.

This time the barfs cleared up around the second trimester with just a few incidents of gagging every now and then.  That happened with Eddie too, minus the gagging.

This time my face busted out into zits-ville.  That didn’t happen with Eddie.  In face, I had the best skin of my life with Eddie.

This time I want to eat everything, all the time.  With Eddie most stuff sounded gross.  I only ate fruit and sometimes some sweets, but most everything else had it’s phase of “yuck” with me.  Except Mexican food which was permanently on the Do Not Eat List.  This time I think I could live on Jelly Bellys and burritos.

This time my pregnant brain is at a whole new level of dumb.  I mean, I forgot stuff and repeated myself when I was pregnant with Eddie, but this time it’s so bad.  I don’t notice LARGE changes people make to their houses, I ask Cort the same thing over and over, I forget to do things, I forget what I was doing mid-doing.  It’s so bad, people.

This time I was in maternity clothes about 2 months after getting knocked up.  With Eddie, I held out buying anything and wearing it until I was almost 20 weeks (where I am now).

This time I am not reaching for the tums in the middle of the night and all day long (yet).  With Eddie the reflux and heartburn started already in the first trimester.

This time, at almost 19 weeks, I feel that little guy or gal kicking up a storm.  With Eddie, I wasn’t feeling him (or at least I didn’t notice) until well after 20 weeks.

I feel pregnant, yes.  But it’s a different feeling because it’s a different pregnancy.

Everything is the same…but just sort of…different.

Oh, there is one more thing.  This time I had a HORRIBLY stuffed up nose up until recently.  With Eddie I had some nasal constriction, but nothing that prevented me from sleeping like this time around.  So the doctor did an allergy test.

I am suddenly allergic to cats this time around.  CATS.

What the heck?

If cats can have a maniacal laugh?  Louis is crying from laughter in cat heaven right now.

So boy or girl?

I have no idea either way, but we will find out this evening.

And you will find out tomorrow.

Get excited.