Second Pregnancy = Soda and Brown Meat

Second Pregnancy = Soda and Brown Meat
No Wine for you!

When women are excitedly pregnant with their first child, they don’t mind turning down offers of roller derby lessons and raw meat sandwiches. They are excited to say, “I’m sorry. I can’t join you. I’M PREGNANT!!!!”

I’m currently pregnant with my second child and I couldn’t be feeling more the opposite.

This past weekend was especially hard. Our friend invited us out to their lovely lake house for fun in the snow. Snowmobiling was on the agenda. I don’t think I should ride 30 mph on a gas filled rocket on a slippery surface.

That’s okay, I’ll hang with the kids in the snow.

Wine and beer started to flow. That’s okay, I’ll have pop but can I smell your wine?

Then for dinner, this starving pregnant lady sat smelling the London broil cooking on the grill. Our host starts carving this perfectly seasoned and cooked meat. I sat drooling at the table. He brings the plate of sliced pink meat to the table. I went to grab a piece. Our lovely hostess stops me and says, “Oh wait, he’s cooking it thoroughly for you.” I totally forgot that I couldn’t eat under cooked meat!

That’s okay, I’ll have brown meat.

We had a fabulous weekend with friends and our kids but I felt like I missed out.

Don’t get me wrong; I’m so happy and delighted to be carrying my second child. But when I got pregnant, I felt like my life was finally at the “new normal” after the birth of my first son. Now, my life is changing again.

Plus, I have to be more careful since I had severe preeclampsia and HELLP syndrome with my first pregnancy. I refuse to fly because I swelled badly when I flew the first time. So, that means no beach “babymoon” for this couple. Maybe a weekend Wisconsin Dells can count??

What do you miss the most while you are pregnant? Do you feel like you are missing out?

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