The Second Time Around

The second time around, the weeks are flying by. I'm 12 weeks along already and can hardly believe it.

Except for the part where I look more pregnant this time than I did at 16-18 weeks with Charlotte.

Somehow, the first time, by the time swimsuit season came along, I managed as a pregnant woman in bikini, or in a maternity tankini for more public appearances. Right now, I look like someone who really shouldn't think she looks good in a bikini or completely swamped in my maternity suit. I guess I need a tankini.

Last pregnancy, I did everything I could to show off my slow-to-appear "baby bump;" this pregnancy, I try to stick to clothes that camouflage the thickness of my waist.

I have to pee all of the freaking time; why do I not remember this happening in the first trimester with MC?

Or could it be that Houston is SO FREAKING HOT that I am downing a zillion glasses of water each day. That doesn't help, anyway.

I don't know how people with young babies manage the first trimester. The other day Charlotte went to bed late, woke up early, and wouldn't nap. I thought I was going to die from exhaustion from ONE day off of her good sleeping habits.

Am I really feeling the baby move already, or am I crazy? I keep thinking that I MUST be crazy, but then I feel that little tickle again and am not so sure.

I totally forgot about the crazy, vivid dreams

...and that my arms are more likely to go numb while sleeping,

...and that I would wake up at 2 am to use the potty and stay awake thinking about everything and nothing until 3.

Mostly, this pregnancy has been much like the first. I have fewer food aversions, but more foods make me feel ill after actually consuming them. Caffeine seems to hit me harder when I do treat myself to it (explaining why I am up at this ungodly hour typing a blog when I should be sleeping).