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?