It's been a pretty rough first trimester (and I'm not out of the woods yet). I don't remember being THIS exhausted or so darn sick with Bean. But maybe that's just the hazy mommy memory (what? labor was painful? I don't remember that.). It's also possible that experiencing first trimester woes was significantly different when I could baby myself all I wanted instead of chasing a toddler around.
Either way, it's been tough. But I seem to be through the worst of the nausea now. And though I'm still ready to keel over and die of exhaustion at the end of each day, I've started some light running again this week. Getting back to a more regular exercise routine is bound to make me feel better both mentally and physically and I hope I can keep it up.
The bonus is that 6 weeks of semi-forced rest seems to have allowed my shin splints to finally heal. *knock on wood*
Anyway, we're pleased as punch. It's a little strange being pregnant the second time and feeling like it's already so different from the first pregnancy. All of my symptoms started earlier, including some very undesirable symptoms that didn't kick in until late in my first pregnancy. I also don't feel as focused on or connected to the new baby yet, most likely because I'm so focused on and connected to the Bean. That will probably change once I start feeling the baby move.
I also feel much more paranoid this time around. I feel like the Bean came out so perfectly and there are so many things that can go wrong... how can we get that lucky twice? We're doing prenatal tests this time that we didn't do with the Bean, to hopefully settle my nerves a bit.
But we're excited as heck. I know the first couple of years managing two kids will be tough, but I know too what a gift our second little one will be.