Yesterday was the 12 week mark for pregnancy #2. Whew. They tell me most people are done vomiting at 13 weeks, which sheds some hope on things. However, with Lexi, I threw up until about 20 weeks… So we’ll see. I’ve already gained some weight this time around, where as with Lexi I lost weight initially and didn’t gain any until 20 weeks. I also started 10 lbs heavier this time around. Somewhere between birthing Lexi (and coming back down to my pre-pregnancy weight immediately) and conceiving Baby #2, I picked up 10 lbs of pizza and ice cream, about which I have no regrets. I’ve gained two more pounds in the last 12 weeks due to the insatiable appetite pregnancy affords and my incredibly carb-laden diet. I’m just not that excited about meat and vegetables, but grains and fruits and desserts are right up my ally.
Ummm, wow. I’d chalk my big belly up to having twins (or quintuplets), but we’ve already had an ultrasound that said there is only one baby in there. And at my appointment last week, the nurse said the baby’s heartbeat was soft, meaning she thought the baby was small. Hmm. I guess I’ve run out of reasons for the dramatic difference in bulbousness this time around. Except for the tried and true, “The second time you always show sooner because all those muscles were stretched out the first time.” Sounds good to me!