I have to let y’all in on a little secret that I’ve been slightly ashamed to even talk about. Are you ready?
This pregnancy (and I) are completely different than my last pregnancy!
There. I said it. I’m not talking about cravings and sickness and all that fun stuff. I’m talking about my life, my expectations, and my preparation.
When I found out I was pregnant with Hudson, everything was “baby, baby, baby.” We went shopping for sweet gowns long before we knew the gender. We bought books to read to the baby. I spent countless hours looking at websites for nursery inspiration. We brainstormed names and talked about possible grandparent names. Our whole life revolved around the planning for this firstborn baby.
Even though I was working very long hours every day, I would let my mind wander to thoughts of holding and rocking my sweet baby. And I’d wonder who he or she would look like.
Now, when I found out I was pregnant with this baby, I was so excited. We had planned for this pregnancy and I was so happy to get a positive test. But after that, I wasn’t really sure what to do. My life went on. My daily life of chasing Hudson, feeding Hudson, entertaining Hudson, caring for our dogs, and managing our household just went right along. Because, honestly, there was no time for it to slow down.
We decided as soon as we found out that I was pregnant, that boy or girl, we wouldn’t be doing another nursery. The nursery would remain as is. So a huge part of the nesting and planning process was not even on the “to do list” for this baby.
I didn’t go out to buy sweet baby gowns and blankets because I wanted to wait to find out the gender. If we were going to have another boy, I really didn’t need to buy a single thing for the baby to wear. And if the baby was a girl, she’d probably wear the same gowns and sleepers that Hudson wore. So the only thing that changed for me in my day-to-day life was my eating habits and my energy level.
If I start to day dream about this baby, I’m not thinking about nurseries and grandparent names. I’m mostly thinking about my boys and how much they’ll love playing together and what crazy shenanigans they’ll get into. I think about how much they’ll love having a best friend for their whole lives.
Hudson is at an age when he’s very demanding of my time. He wants to do so much, but can’t do everything alone. He takes up about 90% of my thoughts and my time.
Just last week I started to feel a little bit sad that we weren’t planning a new nursery for this baby boy and I felt sorry for myself that I was missing out on that process this time.
And then… I felt him move. It took a while to finally feel him move. But at 18 weeks I felt it and I thought, “that will make me slow down and day dream about this baby.” Every time he moves I think about his little hands and feet and how much hair he’ll have. And how he’ll probably be a super wild child and will be giving Hudson a run for his money.
The pregnancy is different. My life is different. The planning process is 100% different this time around. But it’s not any less special or significant. And I absolutely can’t wait to meet this little fella. (Who, by the way, has a name, but we would like to see his face before announcing it.)











